Siren grumbled as Tudor took him to the Ward Room and tapped her fingers upon the rail, she should have signaled Argus to follow, but she was unsure the pup would remember that command as it took her most of the remaining day to sit and stay.
Still she peered intently towards the deck below and gritted her teeth as Ciaran chuckled. “Laugh if ye will but that is a good looking devil..and devil is exactly what he is.” She shifted warily and then looked back towards the other ship and raised her glass yet again and boldly watched the other ship.
Setting aside her spyglass she tossed her long hair back and began to braid it then tuck it beneath her shirt for she had nothing to tie it with. Then warily looked down to the deck again and nibbled on her lower lip. Then settled back to wait, and watch..