With her captain refusing to look at her after she revealed to him what had happened when she and the other members of the crew had been trapped in the Sularian dungeons, she was sure it was out of shame. The tears that had been welling up in her eyes and threatening to fall nearly slipped, but the sadness was momentarily startled out of her as he barked orders at her, still refusing to turn and look at her. She hesitated for a moment, as though her body would not let her respond, but eventually she straightened up. ”Yes, sir,” she said, attempting to sound assertive as she usually did, though there was a wavering hesitation in her voice.
Raleigh followed the orders that her captain gave her, going throughout the port city and gathering the crew members that were scattered about, enjoying their time on land. None of them were happy to hear that the captain was ordering them back to the ship early, but since the order was coming from Raines rather than from Raleigh, they followed, even if it was hesitant. Before long, the crew had assembled back on the Misery’s End.
She stood behind the crew as they congregated in front of Raines, who was seated rather ominously upon the steps leading up to the helm of the ship. When the words began being exchanged between the crew and the captain, she felt a pang of anger running through her entire body as she was once again reminded what had happened to her - but then, it dawned upon her. Raines was giving her the opportunity to enact her revenge upon them, and that was something she certainly had not been expecting. That solidified it for her - he hadn’t been ashamed of her - that wasn’t why he was refusing to look to her. He hadn’t wanted her to see his rage - as the captain, it seemed he had always prided himself on being level headed and impartial towards the crew, only intervening when absolutely necessary.
She hadn’t any weapons on her person, save the two daggers she normally carried when she wasn’t aboard the ship or heading into a fight, or least expecting a confrontation that would require the use of her weapons. She looked to Raines for reassurance that she was understanding his words correctly, and when she felt assured, she moved quickly, standing in front of the man who had just referred to as a whore. The crewmember had a blade held to his neck, but that did not stop Raleigh from getting as close to him as possible. Had she been taller, she would have stood nose to nose with him.
Instead, unable to do that, she reached up, backhanding him rather roughly. It jostled the man’s head enough that the blade cut shallowly into the skin of his neck, drawing a small amount of blood. ”When speaking to or of a higher ranking member of this crew, you will address them by their title,” she said, her words perfectly spoken and still. After a hissing sound escaped the man’s lips, clearly brought on by pain, he looked down towards Raleigh. His response was the spit directly into the Quartermaster’s face.
Raleigh stood stock still for a moment, before slowly raising her hand to wipe the saliva that had landed on her face. ”This one,” she said, and it was clear that she was speaking to Raines even though her eyes were still fixed upon the crewman. ”He was the first,” she said, her voice starting out shaky, but moving to carry sounds of anger. ”I was weak from my injuries. He was the one who made it okay for the rest of them. And when I began to bleed, inside and out… it only hastened him, seemed to excite him further,” she said, her teeth now gritting together.
”Aye, and I’ll have you again, I will,” the crewman said, laughing in a rather disgusting manner. Raleigh did not flinch at his words, however. Instead, she responded by swiftly unsheathing one of her daggers and plunging it directly into the man’s groin through his pants, the blade piercing his most sacred of organs.
”Doubt that,” she said, smiling up at him rather ominously before roughly pulling the blade back out, a burst of blood gushing out of the wound she had inflicted. ”Let him bleed out,” she said to the crewman who had been restraining him, before stepping away, her eyes scanning the rest of the crowd as though she were seeking out her next victim. Her eyes then fell to her captain, as though she were awaiting his approval before moving on to another.
