Sea Lion Shores weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!

Ferahgo snorted at her, bellowing a snappy ha! clear into her face. "Ye gets a share of the rations and loot, that's what ye get. Ye want position? Ye fight for it, or you can live off hardtack and grog at the bottom of the ratline." Respect was earned, and respect was not a word commonly spoke among the pirates. It was often no more than knowledge that the pirate above you could rend you to shark bait, and it manifested as compliance. Respect, in summary, was better called fear more often than not. "So? What'll it be, miss?"