Wheeling Gull Isle now i think it's high time you lie down and bleed

Maude was amazed at her own patience, having not attacked the male this far. In Tortuga a battle would have commenced almost immediately; maybe it was because she had something to lose now? But that patience and self restraint didn't last for long. The male wiggled his rear in Maude's face, making the wench rear back in revulsion. I changed me mind. Ye look even uglier like dis. She made a face, warped and twisted in disgust.

This disgust quickly turned to anger as the conversation once again steered towards her femininity, or lack thereof, in Murgash's perspective. Maude instantly pounced onto the male's lowered head, trying to use his shifted stance to push him into the ground, Maude's teeth to his neck. Won't matter much t'ye if I rip yer dick off right? Ain't got much t'begin wit. But if'n ye mention this shite again, I'lll choke ye wit it.