Vince loomed over the table, his dark eyes watching the desolate sea as it crashed against the hard wooden ship. He had to admit, for a half-wit pirate with a crew that was dumb enough to even consider following orders from a woman, Lynn knew how to set up a classy dinner. Two candles lit up the usually dark cabin and precious looking china adorned the table in a precise manner, leaving just enough room for the table to not feel crowded but not enough room to set anything else within the forest of polished silverware and dishes. Lynn had not yet entered the room, leaving Vince rather rudely standing by himself. Sometimes the insolence of people surprised him to no end.
The door clanged to an abrupt open, shocking Vince to where he jumped a centimeter off the floor, the glass of wine swishing about in his hand. A bundle of boots and cloth flurried past him as Lynn entered the room. He could say that she did so rather lady-like if she had been moving slow enough for him to notice. If it