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

She hadn't been avoiding the captain, not of late, but she hadn't exactly been at his heels either.  The entire nature of her position confused her, honestly.  In previous packs, first mates had been advisors and enforcers, but had carried some duties of a bosun as well.  Not quite so actively, yet the crew deferred to them, and their words held weight.

In this pack, the impression Rosalyn had gotten from Smokestep's tirade was that her duties were mostly to him... if that meant she were merely a lackey, she was going to fail miserably, because she wasn't about to be at his beck and call.  But if the position didn't mean some measure of responsibility over the crew, technically she wouldn't have taken it.  When she challenged Sandpiper, she hadn't cared about the damn title;  just that the other woman held no authority over her.

She hadn't spoken to @Smokestep since their exchange either, however, and she knew that despite her misgivings, she couldn't not check in. So she went to seek him out, internally preparing.... she still prickled with the indignity of their shouting match, and his words weren't nearly forgiven yet.