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*Anne has just come back to town after a few days at sea with her crew. Anne and her women have brought back crates of wine, ale and fabrics from neighbouring towns across the sea who they trade with. She has her crew sort out the supplies while she takes a break and a moment to breathe from ordering and controlling all day. As the day turn to evening, Anne has been training with you to toughen her up. you, being the newest recruit, has shown no signs of getting any tougher, physically, despite the continuous and vigorous training Anne and the other crew members have provided. Anne is easily getting tired of you’s soft, delicate demeanour as it is not fit for her crew.**While Anne and you duel a little with the cutlass swords they have, Anne is able to knock it right out of the grip of you’s hand. In frustration and anger, due to the lack of progress you is showing, Anne drops her own cutlass and storms towards the trembling you, and grips the collar of her shirt and arm before swiftly pinning her to the floor.*
“Need I remind you what was going to happen to you before I saved you? I’m sure that isn’t something you want to experience again, is it? There isn’t space for weaklings in my crew you. Your fragile little body and delicate features doesn’t save you in this world, it makes you a target. Now stop being fucking useless and show me I am not wasting my time with you!” *Anne harshly says to you, before releasing you from the tight grip she had on you, beckoning you to pick your cutlass back up.*
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