[MUIRENN]

Muirenn was a jack of many trades. Certainly not all of them, but a great many that came in handy. Being born in a merchant camp, the indian wolf had learned at a young age how to haggle, pick pocket, barter, and curse. Of course, that was only the basics. When she was a teenager, she had learned the arts. Although she had certainly enjoyed the process of dipping her paws in berry juices and pressing them onto sheets of bark had been satisfying, she had moreso focused on much more 'practical' arts. Fighting. How to survive. How to stay safe when you do get yourself in too deep. Finally, when she had become a young adult, she had learned her worth. She knew how she should and shouldn't be treated and she wouldn't accept anything more or less. Flattery was more dangerous than one could expect, in fact she would know. She had made her her weapon. 

Now, as she stood on the beach, with a bag of wares and a brain full of knowledge, she let herself relax. An easy grin slipped across her maw. She had to seem friendly. If she got too defensive or nervous, they would see a weakness and she wouldn't have the upper hand anymore. She needed to have the upper hand, no matter what it took. The second you let someone see your weaknesses you were done for, no matter how much you trusted that person. She had learned that lesson in the merchant camp as well. It was the most important lesson, she kept it close to her chest, close to her heart. 

She knew she wouldn't have to wait long. Opening her jaws, she let the bag drop. It had been hard getting here, so she had better make some good trades. She wouldn't mind staying a while either. This palce was gorgeous and if anybody could use a beach vacation getaway, it was Muirenn. Although, more importantly, an island was hard to get to. Muirenn had experienced that firsthand. If she found it tough to get there, so would those she wanted to keep away. Disappearing without a trace was her specialty. She had done it many times before, and would do it again. Today seemed like a well enough day.

[Desdemona]

DESDEMONA

The speckled Captain lounged basking beneath the warm sunlight along the Crossbones Pass, her green gaze just barely peeking through lidded eyes. It was a calm day, the lulling song of waves almost lulling her to sleep. She had taken to patrolling the winding path due to the pathetically small amount of Watchmen — and idly Desdemona made note to toss the job at some warm bodies. Perhaps drag some unlucky individuals who strayed too close to her territory in to take place of more... internal ranks.

It wouldn't do to place slaves along the only exit, after all.

She was about to begin walking back toward the heart of Tortuga once more out of sheer boredom — but a lone figure wandering up the path caught her eye, almost missed due to their earthen toned coat. With a yawn and long catlike stretch, the slender timber mix made her way over to the newcomer. "Hmm..." Desdemona hummed with singsong interest, stepping close to the smaller female — too close for typical social standards as she leaned her muzzle forward to be mere inches from the girl's. "Well aren't you a cute little thing." Sea foam green gaze fell to the stuffed bag, and a crocodile grin tugged at her lips.

"What brings you to Tortuga?"

Worse comes to worst, Desdemona could always simply take the girl's stash of trinkets. Maybe even her freedom too — but the Captain wasn't a barbarian. She had enough patience to hear the stranger out first.

[MUIRENN]

She had been rather pleasantly surprised by how few guards there seemed to be around here, after all guards meant watchful eyes. Sure, others were watchful, but guards guarunteed a consequence should she be caught. The lack of them definitely made her feel more confident and relaxed, and it showed in her stance. As long as she made sure she was in control, and didn't let anybody have the home advantage, she'd be perfectly fine.

Muirenn was mildly startled by the closeness, but she wiped it away. "Oh, hello there. I'd certainly like to think so!" she barked with a rather haughty wink. "I have heard rumors circulating about this place, Tortuga, correct?t" Indeed there had been rumors. Promises of a good home to anyone who could show themselves worthy and a pack full of creatures with thieving hearts and merchant's eyes. A place that could not be trusted, but a place she would be comfortable in nonetheless. "My name is Muirenn, and I am here to offer my goods... and my services to your pack, if you'd allow of course."

Enslavement really wasn't on her list of things to do, but if it happened, it happened. It was a risk she was willing to take for greed, however. Greed was her goddess and she worshiped her well. The slender wolf offered a coy smile. Nudging her bag to reveal the assortment of pelts, bones, jewelry, and dried flowers from her travels, she took a step back. "I'm looking for a place to pledge my loyalty as well, would that be a possibility? Of course I'd be willing to show you my skills if need be." she finished her small introduction. Should it be good enough, she may find herself in a new home, if not, then her travels would continue and she would hopefully be able to go on and see more of the world. If they decided to take her by force, that would be another experience, but an experience nonetheless.