The slow clap; it was played out, but some still seemed to love the mock applause, and principal among this number was a figure in a long coat who sat on a deck chair with a glass of wine next to him and a smirk on his face, and looking like perhaps one of the most debonaire dogs to cross the seas. I mean, it took style and a whole load of confidence as well to simply sit there sipping from a nice bottle of wine whilst ones crew of pirates was dismantled and in some cases dismembered by a rogue attacker, and if it wasn't so callous and Sofia Serena hadn't been all business perhaps she might have admired it even.
Sufficed to say I’m rather impressed!”
So, the man in charge? Pirates perhaps her pressure point unfortunately and that meaning that the minx had a rather limited sympathy for or interest in this foe, having fought her way through caves and past the men who guarded it she was not about to stop this raucous rampage here, and so with a slow breath and perhaps a roll of her eyes at the theatrics she marched on to meet the figure who lorded it over both her and the figures who fought for him so lazily, her blade in hand and ready to strike at her enemy the very moment she could. What's he got up his sleeve…? However, she wasn't one who was all that predisposed toward recklessness, and perhaps might have even been called paranoid in fact in the right circles, the gaze of the girl drifted from one side and to the other as she reached the main deck to scan for enemies, and her mind remembered how she had been warned by the figure who had led her here to watch out for his tricks.