Say, you don’t fancy joining up with us, do you?
I can promise a pretty good share of what we make~?
A fat cut for your services, right off the top!
Well, a better one than a dead man's hand, at least~?
Waddaya say? Can an old sea dog tempt a siren like yourself with a career change, hm~?"
Rallying and rattling out hits until she found that all forms of opposition against her had seemed to ebb, one might have been surprised to learn that the actions of the amazon seeming to be enough to earn her a round of applause and words which from most might have sounded kind, far from being disgruntled at the sight of watching his men be scattered by this lone mistress of the martial arts, instead it seemed that their leader appreciated the skill and strength that the scarlet eyed siren had shown in her deed over that of the injuries suffered by his crewmen. As such taking a moment to congratulate her on her achievement and rap those palms together as he did so, once he was done the man in charge of this rag tag bunch seemed to lift a pistol as he offered her what might as well have been a bullet point opportunity, with no subtle implication that refusal would not meet with quite as much approval from him. Though, perhaps both of them knew the answer given even before Miss Fan uttered it, of course…