Satan's Madness

Cervantes laughed a bit. "You're all purr and no claw, kitten."

Calico smirked, "Tell that to your foot."

"Meh... you were just a bit agitated." He said smiling slightly.

Calico drew her pistol and rested it on her shoulder, "Care to test me again?"

"I'd really rather wait until my foot's all healed up." He said smiling a bit. "But I'd be glad to if you insist."

Calico shrugged and shot his other foot, "Told you so. Care to risk something else?"

Cervantes fell to the ground muttering a long stream of curses and pulled his musket. He aimed and shot Calico in the back of her knee. If she wasn't effected by the pain, she would at least not be able to walk with that leg.

Calico smiled, "You are a pretty good shot, you know that?"
Again, she was gushing blood all over the deck. One had to pity the poor soul that got told to swab the deck in the morning.

Cervantes smiled slightly. "Best in Port Royal. Grew up there, so I had to learn to take care of myself."

Calico laughed, "I grew up in Port Muerte. You wouldn't last two seconds there."

He smirked. "I've lived everywhere from Barcelona to Witchhaven, I could handle Muerte."

"Surely you know the meaning of the word 'Muerte'. Death. They call it that for a reason. There are more deaths there in one week than there is everywhere else in the Caribbean in a month." Calico smirked, "Like I said. One day."
Calico the strode easily over to Cervantes, "Let me help you up."
She was still bleeding everywhere and every step felt like she was being lit on fire, but she was good at ignoring pain.

"Of course I know what Muerte means. I am Spannish after all. I know my own language." He said kind of sarcasticly. "No thanks, its kind of comfy down here." He said smiling as he looked up at Calico.

Calico grabbed his arm and pulled him up anyway, "If I can deal with this, you can." She challenged.

Cervantes grimmiced but stood. "I know I can stand it, I'd just rather not." He said.

"It would appear that you are being outdone by a girl." she chuckled.

He straightened his face and stood tall. "You, are by no means, a girl, kitten."

"Then what am I? A guy?" She smirked.
Even though she was very masculine, no girl liked being called a guy. If he dared to, she might just let her trigger aim at something more valuable.

Cervantes grimmaced. "I dunno, but you're no woman. A very fenine guy maybe...."

Calico shoved her pistol towards his pants, "Spit it out."

Cervantes paled for a moment. "You're a very, very pretty woman pirate, ma'am!"

Jason rolled his eyes as they talked about how good of a shot cervantes was. Jason fingered both of his pitsols. his style of gunfighting would later inspire western cowboys. he spun the two pistols on his fingers and fired over his shoulders, not hitting flesh but knocking the belt buckles clean off Calico and cervantes's pants. this he did without looking. the belts in turn riccocheted off the wall and hit their owners in the side of the head. Jason pocketed his pistols without once looking back at them. he didn't say a word either.

Calico smiled at Cervantes, "Thank you."
She glared at Jason with the fury of Harpies, "Care to test your luck again, pal? Do as the Captain said and go. To. Bed!" she shouted at him. One could practically feel the fury off of her.
She picked up her belt and put it back on, putting her pistol back in it's place on her hip.

Jena rolled her eyes. "luck had nothing to do with it." she said. "i'm one of the world's best shots." she said turning to them. "and i could shot your belt off, blindfolded, with one hand behind my back while you are moving around" she said confidently.

Cervantes grumbled and shot one of the tails off of Jason's red bandana before he replaced his belt to around his waist.