Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-26362067-20150822035046

"And this is where we leave you," the man right behind the Huntress said.

Hebline was standing on the dock of the place named Hammerhead Cove, usually just called the Cove, where the laws of the kingdoms apparently did not apply. It was for this reason that the place appealed to the 40-year-old Huntress. She could do whatever she wanted, and wouldn't have to worry about the authorities. Just thinking about it made her grin the way only someone mischievous intent could, though she had tried to hide it from the captain of the cargo ship she had taken here and his crew, not knowing how they would react as they were not from Hammerhead Cove.

Usually, the Huntress would be with the rest of Team HTHR, but not today. Travan and Rowan had taken another job together, and Hvita was searching for information on her missing daughter, like she usually was. There was no one to hold the sadist back on this trip.

"Thank you for the ride," the martial artist said politely, turning around to face the captain, trying not to let the grin coming up on her face to escape. The man nodded, and went back to directing his crew, while the Huntress started off into the Cove.

She didn't get very far before the ringing of a bell attracted her attention. Looking towards the sea, where the sound was coming from, Hebline saw a ship, obviously a pirate one with that skull and crossbones flag, coming into the harbor.

Curious as to how a pirate ship was actually run, and what actual pirates were like, the full-fledged Huntress decided to stick around. Moving into the shadow of a nearby building, she made sure to keep out of sight--something which, having been a full-fledged Huntress for 20 years, she was proficient at, though it wasn't (and would never be) her strong-suit.

May actually get a fight out of one or two... Though I doubt they'll be much of a challenge, she thought with her signature grin, not able to keep it back anymore, her dark eyes lighting up at the thought of fighting.