She took a few steps closer, shifting her footing to make herself more balanced, "Don't call me lass oldie, or I'll have to start breaking out the real taunts." She said with a smirk, looking down at the crew for a moment to try to throw him off before stepping onto the same beam that he was on. It looked like this beam hadn't been damaged with the cannon shots and she was thankful for that, falling onto the deck of the ship from this high up didn't sound fun.
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Noticing how she needed the balance made him smirk more. He was very good and quick on his feet, he was after all really used to going around on these beams. Just to be sure so he wouldn't risk it he didn't look to the crew like she did. If he wanted to win this he would have to beat her at her own tricks and not fall for anything. Running smoothly across the beam towards her he went for her leg to get the cut that was there.
She glared at him and jumped backwards a step, pulling her injured leg behind her other one slightly before swiping at his chest. He was taller than her and had longer arms so his sword nicked the side of her injured leg, making her suck in a quick breath. Most people would probably shy away from the person that was attacking them but she did the opposite, slashing and going for his arms and chest fiercely, hoping that she would get a few good hits in.
Her impact sufficient damage to him. He earned a few cuts here and there but not enough to really hurt him. Knowing that he had a advantage on her because of his height and size he took the moment to swipe at her from afar knowing he could nick her and she couldnt reach him. This was good for him because he knew his chances would be higher in winning now. The only problem was moving as fast as her since she was so small compared to him.
He once again nicked her and she got another cut on her arm, causing her to growl lowly. A small grin tugged at her lips and she advanced towards him again, her blade flashing in front of herself quickly as she tried to get a few more hits in while also pushing his back towards the edge of the beam. She couldn't tell if the crew was watching or not but she didn't care, she would fight like her life depended on it either way.
She was pushing him to the edging of the beam, and he was getting angry. A few more hits impacted him but only with blunt force. The girl confused him however. The captain before had done this and Lemony had been apart of it before. This girl though, she fighted as if her life depended it. Others had just merely given up half way, deciding it just wasn't worth it. Looking down at the captain quickly, he could see a look of interest in Jeromes eyes while watching them. With a scowl he set his cutlass down. "I give up, she wins this 'ere fight."
Once she heard him give up she stopped, keeping her cutlass in hand but taking a small step back. She didn't say anything but a triumphant look appeared on her face and she nodded to Lemony, slowly putting her sword away, "Nice job oldie," She said as a joke, heading back to the main mast so she could climb down.
"Good enough job 'ere lass!" He called with a growl. Looking down to the deck he spotted Jerome grinning in his direction. They both nodded to each other. The whole crew was cheering in a uproar towards Reva, surprised and impressed that she had Lemony admit defeat. Jerome approached Reva, clearly impressed with her. "Congrats, I hadn't thought you would get Lemony to give up like that."
"You and your crew obviously underestimate me then." She said, grinning slightly, "Now where can I get some supplies to deal with my cuts?" The thrill of winning was amazing and it was a feeling that she loved, it made her quite happy and cheerful, quite different than her usual self. Reva was looking forward to the prize that she won as well, leaning against the bottom of the mast and glancing around at the crew with the grin still on her face.
"Sadly we did underestimate you." Jerome said with a flicker of entertainment in his eyes. Alro jumped in and high fived her. "Great job! I haven't seen such a fight since it was John against Lemony!" He said with glee. Jerome chuckled and ruffled the boys hair. "That is true I must say. Anywho, Alro, be a good mate and go fetch Reva some medical supplies." Alro grinned broadly and ran off below deck to fetch the supplies. Jerome held out a hand, pointing in Revas direction, "May I see the arm injuries?"
She laughed happily, the first real laugh that almost everyone on this ship had heard from her as Alro gave her a high five. Reva watched him run off and looked over at Jerome, rolling up the sleeve on her shirt so the cuts were showing. One of the cuts was bleeding quite badly, blood running down her arm while the other wasn't as bad, "He got me pretty good here," She pointed to the worse of the two, "I should be fine though."
Jerome nodded in one of those sympathetic ways that told he understood perfectly. He examined her arm closely and looked back at her smiling. "Well like you said, I think you'll be fine. Doesnt look life threatening but it will leave a scar, that's for sure." Looking to the entrance to below the deck Jerome shook his head. "That boy always takes so long when it comes to medical items." Waving his hand for her to follow him he started down below deck.
"Another scar to add to my many," She said, following him below deck and looking at her arm. Her mind started to wander as she looked around below deck for Alro, thinking about the prizes she had won with a smile. Having the captains cabin to herself would be nice, and not having to work would just be an added bonus; not even mentioning the other prizes.
Jerome chuckled while making his way into one of the supplies rooms they used a sort of clinic so to say. "That's just the life of a pirate eh?" He pointed at a stool for her to sit down on. Alro came running in at this point, looking like he had forgotten what he was doing. "No offense laddy, but do something useful and just go get clean water." Jerome said quietly to Alro who nodded and left smiling. Rolling up his sleeves on his shirt he had just put on it showed many scars. Pulling out rubbing alcohol he looked at Reva, "This will hurt a little."
She chuckled, "I suppose it is." Surprisingly she followed his directions and sat down on the stool, making sure her sleeve was pulled up far enough so it wouldn't get in the way before nodding, "I know, I'm not new to cleaning wounds." Reva studied his scars carefully, noticing that he had close to the same number as she had, if not a few more. Shifting around on the stool she gave him one final warning, "I'm no wimp but I'll tell you now, I have a tendency to curse a fair amount when dealing with things like this."
Jerome shook his head and grinned. "Don't we all though?" He rolled his sleeves on both arms all the way up to his shoulders showing dozens of scars, "You would think a man like me would be used to this by now." He took a clean rag and poured some rubbing alcohol on it. Taking note of her warning he carefully grabbed her arm and gently set down the rag on the cut. Moving his hair out of his face he watched the cut so he could take rag off when it was time too.
True to her word she cursed quite a lot more than a few times as the alcohol hit her wound. It took all of her willpower not to jerk her arm away but she managed, clenching her hands into tight fists and glaring at the ground instead, "That hurts a tad." She growled between bursts of cursing, hoping that he was done soon.
"Oh just a tad?" He asked grinning. Jerome lifted the rag, looking at the cut. It had stopped bleeding so he took the moment to quickly get a bandage and wrap it around her arm and over the cut. Putting away the rubbing alcohol he sat down on one of the others stools by Reva and pulled out a whiskey bottle from his boot, taking a sip.
She scowled at the now bandaged wound and rolled her shoulder, motioning for him to pass the bottle of whiskey over. "So, these prizes that I won, do I get the captain's quarters tonight and two more nights?" Reva asked, trying to take her mind off of the injury and related cursing going through her mind. Alro was still nowhere in sight and for once she was actually partially glad, she was alone with the captain and could finally ask him some of the questions she had for him.
Jerome raised an eyebrow before handing over the bottle of whiskey. "Careful there, you're not exactly you when your drunk, i've noticed that." He said with a grin. Looking off towards the doorway, he yawned. "That's right, captains quarters along with no work, and since you won the fight you get to go with me and Alro on land next time we dock." He cracked his knuckles with a sign of boredom. "Goddammit I swear that boy gets so caught up with things he forgets what he's supposed to be doing."
She let out a small laugh and took the bottle, "I'm aware of how I act captain." She took a few sips of the whiskey before handing it back to him, "Give Alro a little bit of time to goof around and then you can yell at him captain. He's a kid, let him act like one." Leaning back on the stool the best she could, she looked around and focused back on the captain, "What do you guys keep for food around here? I'm starving,"
Jerome took the whiskey and chuckled, taking a sip. "He is of the coming age of a man like my father would have said. Thirteen and he stills dwindles around much." He said with a sigh. "As for food, there's bread and cheese in that cabinet over there, the meat is raw and uncooked so I wouldn't recommend it, unless you like it raw, i'm not judging." Taking another sip of the whiskey he pointed over towards a cabinet in the corner.
"Still, he has some time to act like a child," She replied, standing up and stretching her arm before heading to the cabinet. Like he said, there was bread and cheese along with the raw meat. Reva grabbed a small portion of the food for herself and walking back to the stool, sitting down unceremoniously. "So, tell me more about the ship, I've heard the legends but Iother than that I know nothing about it." She said, breaking off a piece of the bread.
Jerome eyed her for a second and let out a quiet chuckle. Leaning back he relaxed on the stool. "Ah the legends of the Silver stallion, I see our reputation proceeds to you." He clucked his tongue. "Im sure from what you have heard it seems we surpass over all ships," A glint of disdain was visible in his eyes as he said this. "Truth is, this is a pretty powerful ship, but there isn't really anything special about it, just a good crew." Jerome lied, there was so much more than what met the eyes with this ship. Many had asked him, and he always used the same response, and no one ever figured he was lying.
She let out a small laugh, "I never said your ship surpasses all others." The food wasn't terrible and she nodded ever so slightly, polishing it off in a matter of minutes and wiping her fingers on her pants to clean them, "Another question captain, what about the sirens? What's the story behind that?" His answer to the other question was alright, but she suspected there was something more to the story.