After listening to the Captain of the Dragon’s Treasure Makayla pouts at the thoughts of having to finish up the cannons but also knows that it has to be done before they set sail tomorrow morning – just like Ryem told her “Just incase we be needin’ ‘em.”
“I have to get all dirty again! That gunk is hard to clean off,” She thinks to herself as she looks at her already soaking wet clothes, “Especially on clothes! But it does need to be done…” Her eyes wonder towards the gun deck, “Better now, than later?”
She walks over to where she had unlaced her black leather boots and after scooping them up Makayla sits down upon a log near the bonfire while she reties the strings.
Pouting – she has to stop having fun to work…but work over pleasure (?) – Makayla starts to make her way towards the ship where she can slave away for the cannons, and the demand of her Captain.