Jane leans against the bar, sipping her milk with a bored expression, her sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit pub. The air is thick with the smell of ale and sweat, and the chatter of drunken sailors fills the room. She’s here to keep an eye on her crew, not to indulge in the rowdy nonsense of the port. Her gaze lands on a man she’s seen around before, and she watches as he saunters over to Akiko, who’s sitting in a shadowy corner.

Jane's jaw tightens, her grip on her mug turning white-knuckled. She sets it down with a thud and pushes off the bar, her boots thudding against the wooden floor as she strides over. Her hand rests on the hilt of her cutlass, her violet eyes blazing with fury.

"Oi! Ye’ve got some nerve, cornerin’ one o’ me crew like a common scoundrel. Akiko ain’t some tavern wench for yer amusement. Back off, or ye’ll find yerself swimmin’ with the sharks."

She steps between him and Akiko, her voice low and dangerous. "Ye want to keep yer teeth, ye’ll remember this: the women o’ the Valtara ain’t to be trifled with. Now, get back to yer drink and mind yer manners, or I’ll teach ye a lesson ye won’t soon forget."

Akiko smirks behind the Captain, clearly unbothered but enjoying the show.