Glaring at the male before her, Rhianwen smirked, jumping in his bed and making herself at home. "Now that this is more or less settled, go away, thanks to you, I have had no sleep." Covering under her with the sheet- who knew when the last time he took a woman to bed was?, and using just the blanket to cover herself, she tossed around a bit, making it clear she was commadiring ((sp?)) his bed, and would hurt him should he try to join her.

[[Commandeering]]

Anthony furrowed his brow. "Don't get too comfy. I'm gonna need to sleep soon, and I don't think you want to share the bed with me. So get your sleep." It wasn't his fault. She could have slept down in the brig. She could have slept any time. She just decided to try and run away instead. And, he hadn't gotten much sleep, either. He stood up and pushed the chair back over to the table, scraping it along the floor. Then he put all the weapons back where they belonged and left to do a few things around the ship.

((thanks.))

Rhianwen opened an eye and glared at the male, flipping him off. "Screw you. I think it's only fair you let me get some rest in the nicest bed on the ship after being an asshole. You try sleeping with your hands chained above your head and your feet pulled in front of you and being slouched over. Then you can come and ask for the bed back, until then, shut your piehole." retorted the woman, tucking the coers in around her body so he'd not be able to slide in. She was hogging the coers and coccooning herself inside. Smirking, she closed her eyes.

[[Welcome.]]

"Oh," Anthony mocked. Girl's got fire. He decided not to fight her on this one. Instead, he'd just push her out when he needed to sleep. "Fine," he said, walking to the door. "Sleep tight," he said. "And try not to think how many times I've masturbated in that bed." He almost said 'how many women he'd had in that bed' but he figured she wouldn't believe he'd had a lot of women. Masturbation was much more believable. He closed the door and went back to his position at the wheel. He looked out over the ship, watching everyone go about their business keeping the ship running smoothly through the waters.

Eyes shooting open, she flung herself away as if the bed were diseased. With an obvious shudder, Rhianwen cringed as she brushed herself off, feeling dirty. "Asshole!"
Deciding gow to turn the situation around, she grinned like a cheshire cat. Oh this would work.

Stripping the bed completely, the redhead flipped everything inside out, redressing the bed so the 'unclean' side was completely covered and face down. Once it was to her liking and completely reversed, she climbed back in, cocconing the covers around her body so he'd literally have to untuck her to get his sheets back.

Even that small victory didn't bring a smile to Anthony's face. He couldn't do anything to win when it came to that wench. Maybe...Maybe he should just get rid of her. Let her have her way. It would be a small loss for him, but he'd quickly get back to his pillaging and wouldn't have to deal with her anymore.

When he came out on deck, Anthony could tell something was up. But, it wasn't by any amazing skill of his. There was a group of his crewmates crowding around something. As he moved closer to see what it was, he could just barely make out a wet body. His crew mates had pulled someone aboard. "Out of the way!" he shouted and pushed his way through the crowd, elbowing everyone out of the way. When he got to the front of the crowd, he could tell the person was still alive. Their eyes were closed, but there were breathing. It was a young girl.

Great. Just what I need. Another emotional woman.

Rhianwen sighed, finding herself unable to sleep. Damn. Why did that man get under her skin so much? Balling her hands into fists, she tossed and turned, antsy and confused. With a groan and a strangled cry of annoyance, she tossed the sheets aside, folding them and putting them back on the bed, proceeding to pace around the room. Damn it all!
"Stupid asshole...." she grumbled, pouting. Looking at the door, she inwardly debated between staying in his room like she owned the place, or going out to wander and fing her own special spot to hang out at.

Some of the men were pulling at the girl's clothes, trying to get a good look at her, see if she was worthy of their time. One stroked her chest. Anthony groaned. "Get back!" he shouted, pushing everyone's hands away. He couldn't help but think of Rhianwen. She would be even more of a bitch if he let anything happen to this girl. "Hey," some of his men complained. "You got the last one." Anthony pulled his sword, warning them. "No one touches the girls on my ship. You can have all the barmaids you want when we reach land. I don't care. But just don't do it on my ship." He picked the girl up in his arms and headed to his cabin before anyone could protest further.

A spider crawled across the floor of Anthony's cabin. It walked right over Rhianwen's foot as though it were just part of the floor.

[[A spider, as per your request.]]

((oh gosh..this would actually be my personal reaction too...))

Rhianwen was about to decide to go out and entertain herself when something was felt creeping along her foot. Looking down, her eyes shot as wide as saucers, face growing pale before her lips parted. Then, she screamed.

"eeAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! !" she screetched, flinging the offending creature off of her foot with a powerful kick.

Anthony stood, open-mouthed, in the doorway, holding the girl as he watched Rhianwen freak out. He didn't blink. He barely breathed. He cleared his throat, trying to get her attention. "Um...is, uh...Are you ok?" He momentarily forgot about the girl in his arms.

Seeing the man, she did the last thing she'd think of doing if she weren't so freaked out. Rhianwen hugged onto him for dear life. "Kill it kill it kill it!" she whined, pointing at the loathsome critter in his room, shivering and whimpering. She hated spiders, only one creepy crawly was worse, and that was a centipede.

Anthony sighed and closed his mouth, gently pushing Rhianwen out of the way. He set the girl down on his bed, which he noticed was way messier than when he'd left it. Then, he looked around the room for the spider, which darted away when he'd entered. It started climbing the wall, and Anthony kicked the wall, squishing the spider beneath his boot. He looked at Rhianwen. "Better? Now. This girl." He pointed to the soaked girl on his bed. "She was pulled in from the sea." He didn't even know why he was asking her for advice. Maybe it was just the fact that he'd rescued the girl because of Rhianwen, and as of now, they were the only two girls aboard ship.

Nodding that it was, in fact, much better, Rhianwen turned to face the unconscious, soaking female. Walking to her side, she turned to sace Anthony, giving out instructions. "Get me clean dry clothes, some soup, a damp cloth, and bandages."
Rhianwen began to inspect the girl, placing her fingers to her throat to feel the pulse, moing her hair aside so the face was isible.

Anthony rolled his eyes, but went to find the stuff anyway. When he came back, he had his arms full of stuff. "Here's everything you asked for. Except soup. We don't have any soup. I have..." He looked at the stuff in his arms. "A bottle of rum and..." He looked again. "A jug of water." He set it at the end of the bed.

Nodding, she mumbled a soft little 'thanks' as he brought her all she asked for. Rhianwen picked up the clothes and stood, pointing to the door. "Out. she needs to be redressed in something dry and warm lest she catch cold." explained the redhead, waiting for Anthony to leave.

Anthony growled and flared his nostrils. Stop telling me what to do, woman. He took one last look at the girl and left the room, leaning against the wall next to the door and pouting. He hated Rhianwen. Despised her. Stupid medic. Telling me what to do. He grumbled. "Let me know when I can come back in."

"Fine." she muttered, Taking a deep breath before undressing the unconscious girl with some difficulty. Placing the soaking clothes aside, she quickly redressed her in clean, dry clothes and put the covers around her. Using a cloth, she wiped the damness from her face, then examing her for any cuts and bruises, ready to bandage them as needed. IF she was in the sea, she must've fallen or been tossed about and gotten hurt.

Anthony knocked on the door impatiently. "Can I come in yet?" How long did it take to dress someone anyway? He tapped his foot and took a few deep breaths. Just...let her take her time. She'll...She must know at least a little bit what she's doing.

"Fine come in, impatient boy..." replied the redhead, rolling her eyes as she listened to his tapping. Finding the first cut, one on the back of her head, she began to clean it up wit the water and some of the alchohol, bandaging it up before moving on.

Anthony walked to the edge of the bed and knelt, giving Rhianwen enough room to work, but being close enough that he could still see. The clothes were Jasper's, so they were many sizes too big for the girl, but at least they were dry and warm. He wasn't surprised to find that he didn't feel anything when it came to the girl. No saddness or sympathy. Nothing. But he was interested to see how Rhianwen would help her.

Jasper had willingly given up his only set of extra clothes. He had also given Anthony the set of clothes he'd requested earlier for Rhianwen. Jasper, big and mute as he was, had a soft spot for children. He'd left his own little sister at home when he'd become a pirate. He had been about to jump in and save the girl when Anthony did. Now, he sat in his quarters and worried that this little girl would make it out alive.

Rhianwen cringed away from the male whenever he came too close, but otherwise ignored him. Patching up the few wounds, she had already gotten the girl to cough up the seawater in her lungs as he was outside. She had been awake for all of 5 seconds before exhaustion took her again, and Rhianwen made no moe to wake the female.

"She'll live. She needs sleep, now shoo!" she ordered the captain, making sure she had plenty of covers and was nice and warm to prevent a cold or hypothermia.

Anthony flared his nostrils and grunted. It's not like he was going to purposefully wake the girl up. "Fine," he moaned and got up. He left the room again, but not before giving Rhianwen and unhappy look.

As Rhianwen watched the captain to make sure he obeyed, she almost swore he was...sulking? Pouting? Looking at her like she was insulting him? She couldn't be sure, but that was the impression she got. Rhianwen nearly laughed at the thought and the upset look on his face.

Damn. What was he going to tell his crew? Anthony could smell a mutiny coming. His crew was not going to like this. First, he'd claimed the girl and her sword, then he'd taken another girl away from her. One that couldn't even fight back. Great. Maybe he should have just left Rhianwen where she was. Damn it. If he hadn't of pillaged that village, he wouldn't be walking around with his tail between his legs. But no more! He was not going to let Rhianwen get away with controlling him. He marched, quietly, back into the room. He wanted to show Rhianwen that he could be in there and not disturb the girl. He picked up his chair gently and moved it across the room, where he could sit and watch.

Rhianwen felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle at the presense of the captain. Growling softly, she shot him a glare. "What.." she hissed "Are you doing? Get out! You are making me uncomfortable, and the girl will no doubt be frightened when she wakes up, now move and find someplace else to sleep if you're tired. And your men are too loud! Don't you hae any control...or are you a captain in name only?" sneered the female, hitting at his pride.