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Rydia Baratheon
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So far, Rydia's plan was working out well. Things were going the way she had planned for them to go and she was hoping that it would continue down the path she had laid. Sending Aaron to his death had been easy. Most women would have cherished her husband as he was a good man. He had truly cared about her well being and had gone out of his way to make her feel comfortable in a household that was very different from the Lannisters. He had not forced himself upon her and had doted on her when they lost their children. He had been honorable and courageous in battle and any woman who had heard the horror stories of political marriages knew just how lucky Rydia had been.

But she had not been content in that life and she had never been. She had always yearned for a life of adventure and intrigue. One where she was free to cause trouble and to be devious without worrying about the political ramifications. She was not the only one to dream of a life where she had choices and freedom. It was actually quite common among those in their situation at least. They were not slaves. They were typically given responsibility over the household as long as the decisions also pleased their husbands. If they didn't risk political or social standings or cause a war, most of the women became content with their life as married women.

But not Rydia. She never could become content with such a lifestyle and she had started planning her escape from it the moment it became obvious she would be unable to kill Aaron before their nuptuals. She had made herself invaluable to him and showed him what it was that he was capable of. She made him look better in public, in front of his family. She gave him hope that he could be the person that he had always wished he could bad and most importantly, Rydia had made him feel as though he were an important member of not only his family but of the world.

Aaron had been a fool.

She had known that he had no value but by earning his trust and by making him feel loved, she was more easily able to acquire that which she needed when she ultimately convinced him to plan a battle that would lead to his death. Nothing she had done seemed out of step but when she ran from the house that had been there's, she made it look like she was taken. Rydia had clothes packed away that were not those which other's would recognize. She had a handful of jewels, easily explained as a desperate attempt to be able to pay her own ransom by shoving the precious materials down her dress should anyone become suspicious. The staff that came with her were now dead which is something pirates did all of the time.

Ah...to be a pirate, free on the waves.

She had always admired them from the first time she lived on the shore and could watch the ships sail by. There was no port or easy access from where she was but she could imagine the life of a pirate. They would go where they wanted, choosing from the places that were most rewarding to plunder. They would take what they wanted and it didn't matter if they were food, clothes, jewels or people. They would be taken at the pirate's discretion. If someone told her to silence her mouth or discredited her value because she lacked the male anatomy, she would simply be able to prove her value at the edge of a sword. And if she still felt a lesson needed to be learned, she could make them pay for that lesson with their lives.

That was why she stood on the dock as the night grew dark. No longer did the last sun rays reach desperately over the horizon and the sun barely peaked out from between the clouds. She had worked hard to be here at the end of this dock, unseen by others. If they saw her and if they spoke up, all of her plans would be for naught. She had to think logically and prepare for any situation and that meant that she had to be a convincing kidnappee and those didn't just stroll up to boats as she had done. She waited for the silent sailor to get his captain as she kept to the shadows in her dark blue dress and cape. Stay out of the light, get her place on the ship and make life hell. That is what was important.
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Ten thousand men sleep down with Davy Jones;
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The open water chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.

Easy Prey, the loss of the war had made the Stormlands nothing but simple prey. It was so easy for any familiar with the way waves pulled and tossed to navigate in the storm that seemed to always pervade over Ship Breakers Bay. The rocks that seemed to rise and fall, out stretched like fangs and claws in the bay that created such a treacherous pass.

For an Iron born it was easy, however the Silence, as fearsome and lean as she was, was still a warship. Ominous and large, a slow and twisting approach along the straights of Tarth. Raiding and Reaving the vastly unprotected shoreline. The high born lords were smart to ignore the plights of their townships until after the danger had passed. Granted there was nothing left, they would rebuild or leave it to the crows. He could have built a town of bones but that would have been tedious and waste of man power.

This was not a raid for treasure or riches but supplies. Easily taken after the careless slaughter of everyone who called the coastal areas home. Quite frankly it was endlessly boring, as violence was the only language Euron really truly understood. Vastly unarmed peasants was beneath him but it was necessary. For that, the crew was told to hit fast, hard and take no prisoners. That unless they found Valyrian Steel or a Dragon egg not to bother with it.

None of it would matter for much longer. Once all of the spoils were loaded into the cargo hold of the ship He would leave this newly created wasteland behind. He stood atop the railing of the port side of the ship, leaning back against the rope netting arms crossed his chest waiting for this all to be over with.

Everything was back lit by the torched homes and structures. Rising, falling, crackling in a familiar red glow that surely could be seen for miles around, yet by the time help arrived it would be far too late. The grounds were already soaked in blood and the shoreline was dying the foam of the sea red. As one of the mutes approached from the docks his blue eye narrowed, Nothing good ever came from one of them other then Cragorn.

Outside of the noise of the supplies being moved to the ship, there was nothing. Perks of a tongueless crew. Euron dropped off the rail to the dock to investigate what the crew member was making a silent fuss about.

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Rydia stood on the docks for the few short moments it took to fetch the captain of the ship. She enjoyed the sound of the tiny waves against the dock as she waited. It was incredibly calming and reminded her of the days when she studied on the shores, learning to become a proper lady. She had never enjoyed her time quite as much as she had when it was only her tutors and the night sky. It had been an easy life even with the weight of the future lurking just beyond the daylight. There was nothing else to do but enjoy everything that the ocean had to offer, including the stories.

The library had been chalked full of their tales. The ones her tutors allowed her to read were ones appropriate for children and young ladies. Ones that showed that the heroes, the guards of the nation always won, were encouraged but it did not take long for Rydia to find the other books. She had to take them out slowly and in the cover of night so that she would not get in trouble but those books had been filled with the tales of truth. The told the stories of real pirates, of what they had actually been capable of and what they were likely to do again. Rydia would sleep poised on her bed as she took in the words written before, words she was never meant to read, and knew that she had been affected by what she had read.

She had dreamed of the adventures that went with sailing on the seas. She wished that she would be married off to someone where going by ship would be faster but before she got there, a pirate ship would take them over and he would join their crew. Rydia knew that she would have to be crafty and incredibly convincing for them to not kill her and she would need a pirate that wasn't afraid of the traditional lore that went with the high seas. Women were unlucky. Women were a curse and would cause a great deal of problems for a ship.

Of course, they also wouldn't understand the perks to having a lady upon their ships. The most obvious option was that she could be ransomed off to her family or husband and make a lot of money. She could have also been a wonderful way of getting into ports as a proper lady would give the ship greater validation. Oh she would expect blood and betrayal from them once they reached port but she could get them there so much easier. She could help lay that trap and increase the amount of blood shed offered once they landed. Rydia could come up with a hundred ways she could be useful aboard a pirate ship but she just had to convince the right pirate captain of her value.

She had spent many years researching the pirates that made their way through the port and it really wasn't that difficult. With Aaron's position and his easily manipulated mind, she could hear about all of the ships he came to blows with. Rydia would have to feign disgust and exasperation at such attacks that they would make on people but in reality, it was exciting. A life that she could never hope to live unless drastic measures were taken. She needed to hold on to the hope that one day she would be able to finagle her way into the good graces of a pirate.

Euron was the only one that could likely handle her and she knew that. She was a much bigger handful then she typically let others know. He didn't have fear. He acted and that was what drew her to him. He was worth the risk and her best chance of getting to be a pirate. She might also be able to get away with so much more if she were with Euron then any of the others.

Of course, she had not expected him to make an entrance the way he did. She saw the slight shadow on the dock before he jumped down and it had been enough to keep herself from jumping as well. She sized him up, much taller then her, gruff in appearance and very different then anyone she had ever actually met. Ladies were never introduced to the rabble of the docks and even though she knew she should be afraid, she felt an excitement that glinted in her eyes as she took a few steps towards the man so that she could speak more easily.

"I will assume your silent cohort brought you here because you are the captain. Euron. Correct?" She asked, pausing for a moment before she continued on. "My name is Rydia and I have a proposition for you but only if you're willing to risk the rules of the sea."
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Ten thousand men sleep down with Davy Jones;
with stolen treasure they tithe.
The open water chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.

That was the thing about Ironborn, they didn't hold to the superstitions of the seas. They only held accountable to the Drown God. They did not keep their women in kitchens or what have you. They were allowed to fight, they were allowed to command their own ships, their own crew.

Hell even his niece had her own, while his nephew was pet of some northern family the Starks. They held no days unlucky, No fear of sirens - the prow of his ship, its figure head was a siren with no mouth. There was no nonsense about Bananas or whistling either. However no one would ever hear any noise from his ship. They feared no storm. To Die at sea was how all of them wished to end their days.

Euron according to some barely even respected the Drowned god. He did in his own way, now as it stood he was still far more true to their god then his elder Brother. Trying to convert the Iron Islands to the faith of the Seven was detestable. It was a wonder no one had killed Balon already. He was no king, no true Iron king would have knelt to another.

His head tilted just a bit as though he were to attempt to get a better look at her with his singular blue eye, but in reality Euron was simply listening to the world around him move. Searching to see if this was nothing more then a simple trap. Yet, there was no tell tell sound of the clink of armor. No rustle of movement that indicated some small army lurking. As that is what it would take to over run his crew. All of them trained killers and those who were not were either too young and remained on ship or dead.

After listening to her speak, he gave a wave of his hand signaling the other to leave them be. upon that the other exited, leaving them to the waves and sand. "The rules of the sea were made by men who are afraid of her." It was a sufficient enough answer, yet there was truth in it. Ironborn sailed in ill weather, it was why they were such a formidable force in nautical warfare. He wasn't surprised that she knew of him. Any one who crossed paths on docks and taverns knew of the Silence and her equally grim captain.

"What do you want." If he didn't agree to it well, then he could simply kill her where she stood.

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Rydia wasn't sure what she was expecting for an answer from a pirate. She had read everything she had ever been able to get her hands on since she was young but she had never met a pirate. She could assume that in the romance novels written, this would be the point that the pirate instantly fell in love with the young woman who was aboard a vessel that they had just overtaken and she begs for mercy for her father and he grants it but only if she willingly joins his ship. Rydia couldn't stand those stories and she knew this wasn't going to end in some lust filled kiss. This was reality, it was real life and this was a real pirate.

In the real world, her husband would have reacted very differently. If a young woman had come to him, requesting safe passage, he likely would have granted it to her or he would have found a carriage to get her where she was going. He wouldn't have risked the curse of having a woman aboard and if he did, hiss men would mutiny out of fear and distrust of one who didn't normally captain a ship. So would most of the men in the fleet though. It wasn't a risk worth taking.

She was grateful, at least for the time being, that this man wasn't going in either of those directions. He wasn't afraid and that was a perk. If he could handle the sea, perhaps, he could handle who she really was and she would have a powerful ally in life. Or at least some fantastic competition once she got herself set and figured out what it was that she wanted when she finally landed. Maybe she would go back to land willingly, helping Euron get some easy money or maybe she would start a ship of her own of men who weren't afraid of the rumors on the sea. Rumors and myths were nothing to take stock of until there was proof.

So she stood, unflinching under his gaze and she smirked as he delineated himself from the other sailors out there. If only he knew how much this confirmed that her choice in his ship was truly the correct one, he might not be so firm in his words. There was only one way to go and that was to go for the best ship out there. SHe wasn't going to hold back on account of being a woman and she didn't want to be on a ship that might hold back either because she was there or because there was something happening with the other vessels. She wanted the best and that was what she was going to get.

Of course, that was only if she convinced him first and the shortness of his words communicated exactly how many chances she would have to get the opportunity. Thankfully she had practiced these words so many times over so many years that she was ready to tweak them to the moment without thinking too much. "I offer you the ability to get into ports more easily and try new tactics in those ports. I offer the knowledge of how two of the major families function and how to get around them and, if worse comes to worse, I offer ransom money and all you have to do is take me aboard."
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Ten thousand men sleep down with Davy Jones;
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The open water chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.

Part of him wondered just what filled her skull, delusions that they were all like the book and stories made them out to be. That this was a grand adventure. That they weren't all murderers or were just people who were wronged by their family. How wrong she would be if thats what she thought. How Foolish.

There was perhaps nothing that Euron truly feared. Nothing that he outwardly showed in the leasts. Rumors had spread from the seas back to Iron Islands that he had truly lost his mind. Not that he already had much of it to begin with, they all seemed to be a little unhinged. Perhaps because their traditions were cruel and mostly considered tabooed now. They were the old ways, as far as Euron was concerned the right way, the only way.

He wasn't entirely sure what game this woman was playing at but if that was what she wished to do then fine. He enjoyed games, it was other people who didn't like to play with him. While He didn't play terribly well with other, Euron was the kind who typically broke his toys. They would be discarded or once they reached their usefulness or amusement were often killed.

The more she spoke, the more it came to light that she was serious about whatever this was. Yet there wasn't much that he didn't already know, there wasn't too many tactics he hadn't tried, but why fix what wasn't broken. It worked here, it worked in essos as well. "Who ever said I wanted to get around them?" Euron wanted to cut through them, just as he'd done back in the rebellion. Sinking Lannister ships before they're anchors were even cracked out of the water. Still in their ports, still in their beds.

"And what do you get out of all this? Some little fantasy trip abroad? This isn't like stories where things go bad and some good guy swoops in and saves you when things get too rough. I've killed many with such noble intentions before. Sounds as though it would be best if you just ran along home."

Simply put he wanted to see if she would bend or break to blatant rejection, Euron wanted to see what this confidant woman was made of faced with the subtle answer of no. He had a hull full of gold and gems, treasure, nothing she could give him that he couldn't take himself. He wanted to see what she was made of.

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Rydia watched him carefully. She had spent so many years watching the men who came in and out of her home with various intentions. They could be the ones that were trying to be good and helpful to her husband which was good for her lifestyle. She encouraged Aaron when they were around. Then there were those who came with the intentions of causing trouble. They would spread gossip to make Aaron flinch in his loyalties or encourage the wrong connections. Aaron had been too trusting and it had been up to Rydia to find all the snakes that slithered into their house. Not because she cared about Aaron but because hurting him meant her life would become more horrible. She was willing to die for a lot of things but not for being the wife of a traitor.

She needed to watch him and understand better who he was before she tackled him completely. She had read enough about him to get a basic idea of how he acted and reacted. He liked blood and he liked to destroy things. It was difficult for people to get through peace meetings with him even if they could get the meeting to begin with. He liked silence as was made proof by his crew and she supposed that she was going to have a very difficult time communicating with them once she made it on board. Well, it wasn't like she was expecting there to be no challenges in this little endeavor.

She watched the way he carried himself and the way he looked at her and listened to t he world around him. Rydia looked into his eyes and paid attention and realized that she could possibly have a path to take with him. "For the sake of boredom. The same attack every time must get boring. Imagine what it would be like to lull them into a false sense of security because you have a proper lady on board. Make them think that maybe you are not quite as ruthless as they thought then, when you attack, ship go out to see just to get away and you get to lay chase. Take to the water with full force. You could do it anytime you wanted if I were on board."

Asking what she got out of it was just, well, obvious. Her intentions were not really any of his business, at least not yet. But she would want to know the same thing. This was a very suspicious situation that she was putting them both into. There were only a few people who would approach him at all but she was sure none of them were anything like her. She couldn't resist the eye roll. "Well, I've already had the fantasy trip abroad that you men all seem to think women want. Unfortunately, none of you ever seem to realize that is called marriage and a lifetime of boredom."

She walked over towards the edge of the dock and ran a finger over the thick rope. She would get up on that ship no matter what it took but she was sure to turn and speak directly to him. "I get not having to be married to a bore or a bulbous social wart or become another political pawn. Again." She also couldn't help the chuckle that came to herself before she explained why it was she wasn't going home anytime in the near future. "As for turning around, I am quite unable to do that. You see, my ride is a bit....indisposed." She paused and smiled mischievously. "Permanently."
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea
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The open water chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.

For the time being this was entertaining, how much longer would that last thought? He'd met way too man people who claimed to be like she was only to discover it was a one off event. A singular moment of cleverness that was nothing more then a flux. They were unable to ever do it again. Their life span ceased with their amusement and usefulness. Perhaps that was why his brothers hated him so much. Always as he finding new ways to torment them, why? For no other reason than he could.

He could see that she was trying to work him out. It was its own problem, Euron was wildly unpredictable, manipulative and extremely cunning. Never once was he simply given what he wanted. No, Euron had to take it, but that was their way. House words were "We do not sow" for a reason. The land was nothing but rock and salt water, nothing grew. From the very source of his bloodlines they always had to take to survive.

"See, thats where all great tacticians failed, they changed what works. Would that ideal have helped here? No, it wouldn't have done nothing but caused tremendous loss of surplus." He stepped forward for a moment, "Thats why you have to know how everything works on a ship - A ship at the bottom of the sea and all its contents belong to the Drowned God."

As for her intentions, they were his to know, she was wanting on his ship. Passage came with due reason, the Silence was not some vessel for simple travel. She was built for war, she was coloured to hid the blood that would stain her wood. Still the most fierce ship in the iron fleet. Even though she was no longer allowed near her home port. This woman couldn't change that. She could not give him the Seastone chair, nor the drift wood crown.

"So thats exactly what it is, you have no where else to go, you're bored of your little arrangement. Mommy and daddy must have shipped you off to win a war." He continued before walked up behind her. "Lannister, I take it? No where near fair enough to be a damned Dragon. " He paused for the briefest of moments, glancing down at her hands. "Did you kill them? Blood never really comes off"

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Rydia could not help but enjoy this mental sparring that was happening between herself and the pirate. She enjoyed it because it was a challenge that she had not been suspecting from him. She knew he was good at what he did, pillaging, killing and the like, but she never expected him to be able to out think her. She had one of the sharpest brains she had ever seen only she hadn't been able to put it to actual practice. She had been surrounded by those who would hear nothing of what she had to say because she didn't have some pathetic piece of skin between her legs. She had no idea why they thought it made them superior. In reality, it made them weaker. They fell faster and they were distracted by it. They were substantially inferior in her opinion.

At least this one was fun and was giving her a bit of a challenge. She suspected there would come a time when she would become bored with him because he wouldn't be able to give her a challenge forever. If he could, she certainly wouldn't complain. After all these years of not having anyone who both keep up with or accept the fact that a woman not only had brains but knew how to use them. And he was a pirate which made this all the more fun. She couldn't wait to see what happened after he accepted her aboard the ship. Certainly he would continue to test her but it would be the most fun she had had in years.

She raised an eyebrow as he spoke more then he had so far and it was intriguing. "Obviously, today's endeavors were not for fun. There lacks a certain energy that would make the air electric if it was fun. This feels more necessary then anything else. Boring even. Great tacticians are taken down because they become predictable. They always do the same thing because they know it works and then some person, or their wife, figures out a way to use the predictable to their advantage." She looked at him curiously for a few moments wondering if he really thought he was unpredictable to those or if their fear of him would last forever. It might, she knew a good story could transport fear forever but it was a very rare moment in deed.

She supposed she had to acknowledge the bit about knowing how to work a boat. She had never done it before and very few people would every be willing to trust a man without experience. She looked up to him without backing down despite the step towards her. "I understand the workings of ship, at least on a mechanical level. I can learn the practical application quickly enough to not get everyone killed. And I would gather that even the boats that stay on the surface belong to the drowned gods." She paused for a moment and tilted her head. "They just haven't taken them yet."

Rydia actually chuckled a little when he tried to insult her. She had given up the pain and anger that went along with understanding her role in life. It was just a distraction to getting what she wanted. "Mummy and Daddy dearest are dead so there's no way to run back to them and it was actually a great-aunt and cousin that came up with this little plan to bring families together. Not sure if it worked as well as they hoped." SHe shrugged her shoulders and smiled as he figured out her families but she began to realize she really did not like the fact that he stood behind her. He was a pirate after all. How could she trust a pirate? There was nothing about that idea that was smart.

She turned slowly to look up at Euron with nothing but confidence and satisfaction. She would not be shaken in what she had done and she did not regret it one bit. There had been an excitement in those deaths, a delicious and beautiful satisfaction that came in no other way. "Maybe not but its been great fun to accessorize." She said with a hint of a smirk. There had been blood covering her hands for much longer then the last few days and it never bothered her. If he was looking for something to knock her off of her confidence, he was going to have to try harder. "What do you do with the blood on your hands?"
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea
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with stolen treasure they tithe.
The open water chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.

There was so much more to Euron then just a pirate. Any one with a ship could break away from their fleet and attack whom ever they wished. In fact it happened more often then naught, those pirates that failed often turned to becoming smugglers running illegal supplies from essos to westeros.

As the salve trade was till alive and well in cities such as Mereen and Astapor. But those men were nothing, they knew nothing of what it took to take a town by siege from the sea. They were barely capable of nautical warfare. Sunk or captured by some houses Naval fleet or another. In some way they listened to the rules man set for the sea. Yet they always fled the black and yellow banners of the Iron Fleet.

It was almost more then just slightly amusing the way she though that this could have been anything more then necessary. The people here were weak and easy prey. Nothing more nothing less, there was no challenge, no reason to think anything further then simply reeve and run. "Of course, this little shell of a town required such a tactical plan to assault. When you over complicate a simple task thats when you fail. I hate failure just about as much as I hate noise.

There was however some what of a smirk that crossed his face on the idea of her wanting to work. Perhaps she should have done a bit more reconnaissance before offering such. To be a part of the crew was to loose ones tongue, he knew that it was probably a part she was particularly fond of. Part of Euron wished to offer - already knowing the answer however was far less amusing. Putting a knife to her mouth could be much more fun later, not now though. For the time being the blade would stay in its sheath at the back of his belt.

Euron leaned forward, Placing a hand on the heavy rope that tied the silence in place to the dock, looking down on her looking for any sign of falseness in her posture, voice about murder, finding none. "I paint my ship with it, She's red for a reason" His hand removed from the rope as he turned away from her. Walking off in the direction back towards where the gangway was dropped to the wood of the docks. Knowing good and well She would most likely follow. Not that it mattered, with out his permission explicitly given none of the mute crew members would let her pass to the ship.

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It was becoming clear that there was a huge possibility that they were going to have communication issues. He was clearly not hearing her when she said the point of this port was obviously not the same as the the ports where combat would be entered into. There were differences when the purpose of an invasion changed. Whether it was to get information, supplies or show might, the difference would require there to be a different approach. She would never think of using something creative or fun here. There was nothing of obvious interest in this port and such little protection that being creative would only give away the advantage of a surprise when it could really matter.

"You fail to understand me. This is not the type of port where excitement would be expected. This is the place where there is calm and specific tasks to be finished. This is not where a tactician would be valuable. I'm sure even the most green sailors could figure out how to get into and out of this port with the items they need. As long as they can safely get in." Honestly, she was becoming bored with this topic and was truly hoping that she would not have to get Euron into bed in order for him to listen to her. It really was an inconvenience to only be heard at certain times. She really had thought better of Euron to begin with but maybe he really was just like every other male out there.

She had no real intentions of actually working on his ship. At least not like the others worked. She wanted to be able to walk around this ship and be where she wanted to be without worrying about being in theway or getting "accidentally" knocked overboard. If any of them tried, she would want to be able to know without a doubt that it wasn't an accident and that they had decided to take her out. Of course, she would retaliate with as much force as she could and would only stop if the captain of the ship forced her too. She was not about to let a bunch of men try and bully her or scare her into submission simply because they knew more then she did.

But it never became an issue, despite his answer and the way she simply looked at him without hesitation or concern, it seemed he still didn't think she would be an asset to his ship and that was not acceptable. She would not let him stand in her way. Rydia wanted to be aboard a ship that was painted in blood, now more then ever. It irked her that he would turn his back on her despite what she knew and the way she could so easily stand before him without crumbling. Maybe he did not like the fact that she didn't cower but if he wanted a pathetic woman, he could go steal one from the shore and keep her confined. Maybe she had expected too much of Euron. Maybe his reputation was misleading and she would be incredibly disappointed.

Still, this was where she wanted to be and she wasn't quite ready to give in to the loss of hope she was feeling. She would not chase after him. She chased after no man and she certainly saw his willingness to turn his back on her a mark against him. He likely underestimated her the way she overestimated him. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he approached the gangway was and she knew that if there was one thing she had to do, it was prove that she was more then just a stereotypical woman.

Her fingers drifted slightly underneath the hem of her blouse. It was tight, fitting against the corset that she wore well but hid the thing pieces of metal that were against the corset. Rydia had the knives made especially for her, explaining that she wanted to be able to protect herself in the worst case scenarios considering the things her husband did. If anyone came for revenge, she would be ready. Of course, no one knew how much she had practiced with them so that throwing them was natural despite the slight wind that she felt against her cheek.

It was a quick and smooth movement, pulling the blade from beneath her blouse and throwing it to land a finger width from where she suspected his foot would land. It stuck into the wood with a thud and Rydia folded her hands in front of her, tilting her head to look at Euron. "Don't underestimate me. You will want me on your ship."
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 Posted: Aug 2 2016, 06:48 PM
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Ten thousand men sleep down with Davy Jones;
with stolen treasure they tithe.
The open water chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.

It wasn't so much as a communication issue as it was Euron simply doing what he wanted the same as he ever was. It amused him to see others fluster, to get mad even. This was all to simply get a rise out of her, to see how much she was willing to fight for what she wanted which of the time was to get on his ship. She made her wants clear, thus making it so much easier for him to deny that to her. For nothing more then he could.

For the time being the focus of the conversation was that of this port. Which it never really was about in the long run. Just an attempt to prove her worth by what she knew, which was all good and well, but knowing and putting it into play were too different things. The port itself wasn't that easy to navigate Ship breaker's bay was simply more then just a name. It was littered with the bones of 'green sailors'. It was easy to see that his feigned misunderstanding was getting to her.

This really wasn't about what she wanted but how bad she wanted it. What all in all was this little gilded high born willing to do to get it. Her resolve appeared stable, but would it crumble or crack after prolonged resistance on his part or would it remain? There was no denying that in the long run there would be use for her with out question. Yet his reputation would hold, the key to it was the singular fact that he was unpredictable.

As easy as this was, it was going to end shortly. He would not keep this up any longer then need be to keep the ship her longer for one person. There was absolutely no fear in him upon turning his back to her, others had stood before him with out crumbling, his niece for example. If she wanted on The Silence she would no strike him down, it would be wholly counter productive. Even if she tried she would be dead shortly after trying. It wouldn't be the first time he was quite literally stabbed in the back.

Much to his surprise the thud that caused him to look down was slightly unexpected as he paused mid stride. His boot finally finished its step and Euron leaned down to pull the little piece of metal from the wood. It was just enough of a blade to piss someone off. He could only laugh before he turned around spinning the little knife between his fingers. "Who ever said I was? And no one ever gets what they want that easily at least not from me" Throwing sharp objects was a pass time for him, blades were no threat.

He turned back and continued his trek to the stern side of the ship, taking a moment to lean forward on the railing with his elbows. The little knife idly rolling back and forth. "How bad do you want up here? "

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Rydia could already feel it beneath her feet. She had not even made it aboard a ship and the sensation of the rocking of the sea was already drawing her further into its depths. There was the slightest creak every time the dock changed direction, a small whisper of protest as land fought for stability in water's ever changing form. It warned her of the life that was just beyond its safety, the tossing back and forth that would happen in a storm but Rydia would take no heed. She would get past this man, stubborn as a boulder and find her life on the high seas.

There would only be so long that she could continue to keep her feet on solid ground. Rydia wanted to be a part of the fluidity that she had be raised so close too. It had always been so incredibly close to her, a beautiful body of water that was within reach. She should have been able to just walk to the the beach and put her feet in but she had never been allowed that close to the waves. She had been a lady and she was being raised to be royalty. Such positions kept her from having the fun she wanted, living the life she wanted and causing the trouble that had always called so strongly to her. All to fulfill someone's dreams for themselves.

She had never considered what it was that she would do should he say no. There were other options, other amazing ships to get onto but they were not the best. They did not have a similar reputation and that would be disappointing. Many of them would be spooked to have a woman aboard and she was unwilling to dress like a man and be part of a crew. They would understand one day why it was better to have her aboard as herself rather than as a man. And they certainly would be less likely to offer her a mental challenge that acted more like a mountain then a sea god.

The fact of the matter was that the harder he made it for her, the more she wanted to put her foot on that deck. The more he made it seem like she was not going to be allowed on his ship, the more she wanted to set sail on it and that was going to be difficult for her to let go of. She carefully schooled her expression, keeping the mental salivation to a minimum and the desire from her eyes. Fear that this would not be still had not set in. She couldn't imagine losing this.

Of course there was the added difficulty that Rydia was having a difficult time reading him. For a moment, she did nothing but watch him, trying to figure out what it was that would impress him but it was hard. He had a mask that was almost as good as her own. "There are many things I would do but I have no desire to show you all of my cards at this point. I might need them later. What would I have to do to respectfully get onto your ship?"
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