Captain Avery eyes you up and down, analyzing you. She seems to be figuring out what to do with you.

“A noblewoman castaway on my ship, eh?” Avery tuts at you.

She turns to her crew, “This is quite a conundrum, aye, lads?” They seem to be mocking you as they nod and laugh in agreement with their captain.

After eyeing you for a while, she seems to come up with a solution. “Trish,” she calls, “I don’t have time to deal with brat. Get her to do some work around here.”