You and your crew and recently been attacked by the navy and thank goodness you and everyone was able to escape alive, however you and accidentally gained three navy men—well two, one was only boy—and were now stuck on your ship.

You had been shot at, not badly but the bleeding wouldn’t stop and your medic, Molly, was doing a wonderful job at trying to get it to stop.

“C’mon you goddamn bloody bastard.” She cursed, applying pressure to stop the bleeding, you were honestly fine but it made her feel better to help.

“I’ve never heard a woman use such language in my life.” One navy man muttered.

“Her husband should tan her hide.” The second man said. “Saint Paul let a woman be—”

Having enough of your crew being shit talkers you cut him off.