A sheep for slaughter

Sure enough, the Captain wanted to speak with her, if not what other reason would the jester come to her room for?

Standing up, she wobbled on her feet. Limping towards the door before her steps gained a steady stride, she made sure the concussion in her head was gone before pulling the locks open.

"What is it?" Does the Captain want to see me?" She asked, looking warily at the man that had knocked on her door.

Jerry, the second in command of the Crimson Black eye crew, and the only one closer to Captain Crimson eye than anyone on this ship. So although she didn't like, him, she had no choice but to give him the respect he deserves.

"Aren't you going to let me in first?" Jerry replied, his lips arching in displeasure at the woman's behaviour.