Rose obediently followed him, not sure she had too much of an option. Where could he be taking her? She watched his interaction with the other women, curious and a bit afraid. Why would he insist they go on his ship? No, they should be staying on this ship, with her, until the King comes and gets them. She frowned and was going to ask him about it, but they were on the deck. Her slippered feet nearly slipped, failing to get traction on the blood soaked good. All around her she could see the carnage, the destruction.

A gasp escaped her and she pulled her hand from his, stumbling back until she fell to her bottom. Not wanting to be near the monster she scooted away until her back his the side, the wood digging into her shoulders. How could he think this a joke? Her father's men, people with wives and children, lie dead around her. And for what? Some trinkets and gold?

"You monster."

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Gerard gulped down the bottle of ale, ready for the pain she was sure to cause him. For a moment he was distracted by her words, caught off guard as the needle pierced his skin. The alcohol hadn't done enough to numb it and he cursed loudly, barely stopping himself from kicking her away from him. "Aye, lass, next time give a man a warnin'." He said through gritted teeth, gripping the sides of the stool he sat on, the empty bottle of ale dropping to the ground and rolling across the wooden planks.

Now the ale was kicking in and his head began to swim. The drunken stupor, coupled with the pain, was not the most ideal condition to be in. He looked down at his chest as she worked, lost as she moved the needle through his skin. By now it felt numb, he could only feel a slight tugging with each stitch.

He had to admit the sight of her doing it was much better than that of he grisly old man who served as the ships doctor and cook. He doubted the man had any real medical training, considering his solution was a stiff drink and to sleep most every thing off. A fever? Bitter cough until you puked. Most men died under his care.

Too bad he couldn't keep her on, she'd make a lovely addition to his cabin. The thought made him grin, yeah, he wouldn't mind coming back to this. Not that Clark would agree. No, they didn't take prisoners. Still, might as well enjoy the next few hours before she was likely shoved off the gangplank into the ocean. "Name's Gerard, how about you, lovely?" His words were a bit slurred, he always tended to be a bit of a flirt when drunk. It ran in the family, he supposed.