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(OOC; Uh Arietraekos, if you're writing for Felicity, I doubt Florenai is going to be to complacent. Unless you guys already worked something out, in which case I'll shut my mouth.)

Soon enough, Bonny's crew mixed with those who were decapitating the young women who ran at them. Most of them were extremely confused, and most others thought it was a pure waste of pretty little bodies. All-in-all, the general concensus was that the men were the one's sacking the city and killing the women for sport. Therefore, questions were launched into the air about what kind of fun was it to kill women and who was back at the harbor ramshackling the ships therein.

Bonny leaned against the wall, trying to guage whether or not she would be needed. The streets smelled so horrible it was giving her a headache, and although that hadn't stopped her in the past, she wasn't sure of what was going on and felt it was better to wait for information before attacking. She knew what a troublesome lot women could be, and it was entirely possible they were the ones doing the ramshackling. She would have figured by all the things her crew had seen of her, they'd know what too.

Suddenly, she spied the one they called captain and beckoned him over with a whistle and a genial wave of the hand.