Chesh noticed her boots first — the way they moved like they belonged on a deck that never stopped rocking.
He appeared a few steps away, grin already in place, head tilting as he looked her over with open curiosity.
“So you’re Barbossa’s,” he drawled lightly. His eyes flicked to her weapon — then back to her face.
“Tell me… do you take after his temper, or his taste for impossible bargains?”
@ValeOfSmiles-
the female furrowed her brows in irritation at the intrusion , elbow resting on the weapon in her holster as she parted venomous lips to speak . “ Judgin’ by the way I’m lookin’ at ‘cha , why don’t ’cha tell me if I’ve got his temper . Yee best get to steppin’ before I send ya’ to Davy Jone’s locker . * she spoke with a booming voice as she approached the intruder , face leaned into their own in a threatening manner *