Afternoon/Clear Skies
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"You fucking imbecile!" Cirice's voice roared as she hurled a half-dressed man out of the tavern and proceeded to kick him into the sand of the beach. "When I give you money and a list, it's go go buy the shit on said list! Not to go dive between a bitch's legs and to drink yourself into a stupor!" she continued to berate the poor man, landing a solid kick into his gut as he attempted to get up.
"Sorry, cap'n! It was a stupid move, I'll make it up to ya!" the man whimpered as he tried to back away, but he didn't get all that far before a solid punch slammed his face into the sand. Cirice stood over him with rage written all over her face. "You fucking better! Be glad I don't use your corpse for kraken bait, you stupid fucking ingrate!" she barked, landing another kick to the back of his head. The man stayed down with a groan, too afraid to get up. The rest of the crew were gathered behind the captain, all watching with smirks and quiet snickers. Even her quartermaster, known for his near-constant frown and dry demeanour, was chuckling at the man's misfortune.
Breathing heavily, she turned to glare at the rest of her crew. "If you're done gawking, there's a ship to load." she growled, her fists still clenched and ready to beat more people up. Her crew quickly got the memo and scrambled to get everything back on the ship. An unfortunate job for them given how much bigger the Harpy was compared to the Hellion. "I shall go get that list sorted, captain." her quartermaster said, still smirking as he picked up the piece of paper that Cirice's victim dropped in the fight. "Take the coin from our reserve. We'll fix the difference with our next haul." she said with a much calmer tone.
She breathed a heavy sigh as she made her way to the tavern and ordered a pint of ale. "I'm waiting for the day you fuckers aren't selling watered down drinks around here." she grumbled to the bartender before taking a sip.
@Darius Goldmane