Wheeling Gull Isle i count the final seconds

Maude half-recognized the curse, vaguely remembering the countless foreigners from various cultures and religions that made their way into Tortuga one way or another. If she thought hard enough, she might have remembered his accent from some far-off memory, but Maude wasn't too fond of racking through the dark sludge known as her brain. If he wanted to derive some pleasure from harming some of her former crewmates, he would be sorely disappointed, as the only one she had met and enjoyed the presence of had long gone to one of their rival packs.

Her submissive stance was met with a snap of teeth and nothing more. Maude was, to say the least, disappointed. Not gonna put me into me place then? Fine by me, daddy's boy. She cooed, staying in place until he was a ways away from her, then following him once more, trailing him like a demented shadow.