It might've felt like being called up to face the schoolmaster's wrath, had Anne ever gone to school. As it is, she feels a twinge of concern when she slinks inside the captain's quarters, shutting the door behind her, but only a small one. Flint's hard, but she hasn't gotten the sense that he won't see reason. He's a clever man, by all accounts, and he needs her.
And besides, she'd like to think she could take him, if it proved necessary.
So she comes to the middle of the room and stops, waiting for acknowledgment. Still a few paces off from the great nailed-down desk and the man behind it, out of reach but near enough to bark at. She's not expecting much more than that--if he's heard how one of his crewmen now has lips that open too wide at the corners, he's likely heard why, too. And even if he doesn't know this is an improvement over the last time someone called her a cunt or suggested what she could do with her mouth if she wanted to make herself useful, she knows it is. She managed that much. She'll manage this, too.
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And besides, she'd like to think she could take him, if it proved necessary.
So she comes to the middle of the room and stops, waiting for acknowledgment. Still a few paces off from the great nailed-down desk and the man behind it, out of reach but near enough to bark at. She's not expecting much more than that--if he's heard how one of his crewmen now has lips that open too wide at the corners, he's likely heard why, too. And even if he doesn't know this is an improvement over the last time someone called her a cunt or suggested what she could do with her mouth if she wanted to make herself useful, she knows it is. She managed that much. She'll manage this, too.