Remote Engagements- Barichara, Colombia

Escorting the chosen agent of Chaldea had been a position currently given to Sir Francis Drake, a scoundrel, a rogue, a pirate, a privateer. There were many things one could call the great vice admiral of the British fleet. The captain who's only joy in life is the adventure and have as much fun as they can was probably chosen for the fact that they were a scoundrel in life, raided and pillage ships and towns of the Spanish...of course she would know such a region as Colombia, as well as the seedy underbelly of the criminal world. Who else was a better fit for such a mission ? None other than the servant who stunk of rum and was filled with joy!



Dressed in what one could consider fairly normal clothing for the era. A black pants suit, with a maroon colored shirt underneath. plastered upon her face was a grin and in her hands were a half empty bottle of rum. Plantation, aged 20 years.

" Tis a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn when the day is done
How hard the winds did blow
'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
With a good ship, taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui"

The quite busty woman, who could for all intents be considered a complete knockout...though one fault was on her appearance. A nasty scare going coast to coast from the top of her face to the bottom in a diagonal line, stitched up. It was as if one has plunged a knife through the Mona Lisa. She sang in between each clunk of the rum she took...and it seemed as if many of the criminals of the mansion had joined in!

"Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui"

She continued the song after taking a clunk or two of rum. Currently sort of forgetting that her mission was to essentially be the escort and bodyguard of a certain young woman. However, she was simply enjoying her time with her alcohol and her new group of fellow party animals! This was after all her scene, her group of people. Being a criminal does not make you a bad person, not in the eyes of the King of storms!

Rocking back and forth as she sang, standing on a table and stomping her right foot lightly on the wooden structure to keep up a decent beat to the sea shanty!