Stavanger Bay And as you get back into line, a mob jumps to their feet

She definitely had not expected him to agree with that statement, and definitely hadn't expected it to come from him in that tone.  She felt an abrupt shift in her own confidence in this conversation... she'd been growing more at ease as they grew lighter, but she didn't know what to make of it.  Was he still upset - meaning she had been, and had ruined it?  And if he still meant it, what sorta shitty crew did they bring together?  The last was a joke even internally, and it helped to knock her out of the momentary lapse.

Seemed she was all about bringing the mood down now, because her question looked to invoke something in the Captain.  When it was returned to her, she nodded.  "Aye."  This came out softly, but she then took up her usual pattern.  "A few times.  Luckily none that stuck, of course, else I wouldn't really be here would I?"  She smiled, though the reference was in part some of the single worst occurrences in her four years walking.  If you couldn't laugh, and learn from, your mistakes, then ye couldn't really call yerself a pirate.

"That's the beauty of having a good crew around ye, makes it harder for them." If Smokestep was worried, he needn't be.  For the most part, Rosalyn had attempted to keep a paw on the pulse of this crew.  And the one unanimous thing she'd found? All seemed to be there because they liked him, a strong indicator they'd have his back if anything ever did go sideways.

Not wanting to waste too much of his time, and enjoying that note to depart with, she excused herself to go roam the beach.  She was settled some.... he hadn't seemed as irate this time, so perhaps, their easy repotoir before could be regained.