Laszlo knew she was crying before he came in due to her tear-stained cheeks. He hummed as he looked at her, knowing she is trying to show him that she isn't weak. He will admit, he gives kudos to her for trying to act all tough and whatnot even though she is clearly breaking down on the inside. Still, that isn't going to stop him from handing her over to the authorities when they get to land. Besides, a woman on board was nothing but bad luck for them. He leaned against the railing, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to her talk. As he listened, his gaze shifted to the horizon, seeing a ship approaching them. He glanced at the eagles nest, seeing that his lookout wasn't concerned with who it was. A small smile flickered across his face as he knew exactly whose ship it is. So, he did nothing as he looked back at Amara.

"Obviously he is dead." He said with a wave of his hand like it was nothing. He shrugged his shoulders, not caring much of what will happen to her. She isn't his concern since she isn't part of his crew and never will be. "The world is how it is. There is nothing you can do about it to have it change no matter how much you do try to change it." He let a sigh leave his lips as he pushed off of the railing. When she asked why he is still keeping her around, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. How many times does he have to tell her the same thing over and over again? Next time she asks that, he might not have the patience to keep her alive or he might just throw her overboard. "People who attack my ship and crew die without mercy. And I have told you that I was giving you to the authorities. Unless you don't like me keeping you alive and everything, I will happily throw you overboard so the sharks can consume you." He suggested just as the ship pulled up near his.

It was a bit odd, really. None of the crew seemed concern about the ship that just pulled up next to them. It's like they either don't care or they haven't noticed. The ship is as dark as midnight and the sails were as red as wine. A Mermaid crafted out of oak and colored black like the ship is attached to the front. Her hands were propelled out towards the sea with a starfish the color of the sails cupped in her hands. Lanterns are attached around the ship to have them light the deck once the sun disappears from the sky. An anchor hangs on the right side of the ship, ready to be dropped on command. The last detail was the name of the ship. The name 'Poisoned Curse' is etched in red cursive into the side of the ship. Everything about the ship was extraordinary as his, but this ships captain was quite unique. The captain is a woman.

A woman swung onto his ships deck and landed with a thud. A smile was curved on her reddish lips as her bright ocean blue eyes flickered with mischief. She wore a pair of black pants, having the bottoms be tucked into her knee-high black leather boots. A white off the shoulder long sleeve shirt clung to her body, the hem of it lifting slightly to reveal a bit of her toned abdomen. Her sandy blonde hair is pulled over her shoulder, braided to stay out of her face and not get in her way. Usually, she wore a hat, but she didn't feel like wearing it right now. She has two silver hoops in both her earlobes and two more in the cartilage of her left ear. A sword is strapped to her waist while a pistol is tucked into the waistband of her pants in the front. An ugly scar lined her right jaw, but she mostly ignores it, especially the crew as they know not to stare at it.

"Replacing me already, Lazzy?" She pouted as she looked between him and Amara. I thought Melissa and I were the only women in your life." She said, clearly messing him. Soon her pout turned into a smile as she rushed up to him and gave him a hug, which he returned. "I'm only kidding. I'm just surprised you have a woman on ship with everything that people believe with us being on a ship." She stated as she turned towards Amara. "Nice to meet you, darling. I'm Annalise, the captain of the Poinsed Curse." Laszlo rolled his eyes at her, knowing she is sometimes way too friendly to people she first meets, unless they are attacking her ship.

"Amara, this is Annalise, as you know." He said as he looked at her. "She's my sister and a pain in my ass as well." He said as a joke, causing her to dramatically be hurt by such a comment.

Laszlo looked out the big window in the captain's quarter, watching as Annalise's ship sailed away. He let a sigh leave his lips before he turned away from the sight. He sat down in the seat in front of an oak desk that had stacks of paper and a map with multiple markings all over it. He should've talked to his sister more instead of letting Amara get under his skin. Who knows when he will see her next since she is just as busy as he is. Perhaps when he finds the thing he has been searching for, she will meet him there. He knows she will as she has been searching for it too.

His gaze flickered up as his door opened and Amara walked in instead of asking if she could. He let a short irritated sigh leave his lips. Why can't this woman get the hint that he doesn't care for her and leave him alone? She was so determined on him not handing her to the authorities that it made him want to hand her over even more. He grumbled under his breath, his eyes closed as his fingers pressed against his temples and his lips formed a thin line. He knows she is only doing this because Annalise gave her the great idea of standing her ground. Oh how his sister is going to pay for it once he sees her next.

"Correction." He interrupted before she could continue on with her rambling. "The man is dead if I remember correctly. But continue on." He said as he waved his hand to have her continue, even if he didn't want to listen to a word she said. He will say that she is standing up for herself. He didn't think she had it in her to do so, even if she is still shy and tentative making her statement to him right now. "If you think about it, we are all slaves in a way." He said as he finally opened his eyes and looked up to her. "For example, us pirates are slaves in a way. Once we die, we go down to Davy Jones Locker and then we are chained to him for all of eternity." He hummed as she said that their life is never dull. He has to admit, the only time it is dull if they are on land and getting supplies. "Aye, for the most part."

He leaned back in his chair as he looked her up and down after she finished her speech. Once again, he gives her kudos for standing up for herself, but he doesn't need another woman on his ship after Annalise. His men barely tolerated her being on the ship and his right hand person, so he is certain they wouldn't tolerate this much better. Then again, after a whole, they were fine with her being on the ship and accepted her and talked to her. Even if it is a bad omen, perhaps having a woman and a bit of a feminine touch on the ship might be okay.

He sighed and shook his head. This might be the worst decision he is going to be making and will most likely be regretting it later. He knows she won't stop bugging him and will continue to keep probing him to stay, so there is no use in continuing to deny her it. He stood up from his chair and moved around the desk to stand in front of her. "Fine. No more bugging me about staying if I end up deciding that you will no longer be useful. You will be doing the same amount of work like the rest of my men on this ship. You might be a woman and I really don't care that you are, but you will pull your weight while you sail under me. There will be consequences if you try to defy me or even think you can try and not do as much work as the rest of my men. As far as anything else goes that you have questions about, you can ask my right hand man."

He walked away from her before going over to his bed in the corner and pulled back the blankets. He gestured towards it, seeing that the sun has set and night was upon them. He had an inkling that she was tired. He sure wasn't going to have her sleep below decks with the rest of the men as he knows some of them can be touchy feely with a woman. "You can sleep in my bed for now." He said before moving away and standing next to the door. "Next time you want to talk to me, don't barge in. It's impolite and could next time cause a bullet to be in your shoulder. I don't take kindly to people coming into my quarters without asking for permission first." He stated before he opened the door and left his cabin.

Amara watched Lazlo, listening before she spoke again. "That man wasnt the only one my father owes money to. Even with one dead, there are ten more with ease I would be a slave to" she replied. When he mentioned allowing her to stay, she gave a nod. "I may be a woman, but I am not lazy" she told him before giving a small sigh. It wasnt going to be easy, but she was willing to learn.

Amara tensed up a bit when he mentioned using his bed, though she assumed it was when he wasnt sleeping, but she knew she couldnt fight or argue with him at all. "Thank you. Shall I take my leave then and learn about what needs to be done around here" she asked. She stumbled a bit as a slightly larger wave than the rest hit the ship, though it wouldnt have been enough to throw anyone else off, but without having her "sea legs", Amara was easily still stumbling around like a child. She winced as she felt the wound on her leg, simply reminding her that it was far from healed, especially since it was still fresh. *At least it's a shallow wound. I can get used to this, if I am given the time* she thought to herself as she straightened herself back up.

Amara knew she would look like a fool for a while, but once she learned how to move with the ship, she didnt think that would be an issue. The issue would be, how long would it take for her to get used to being on the ocean.