“Don’t you know?” said Molly with feigned superiority. This was the kind of teasing that came naturally to her. She didn’t even consider the affect it might have on the other woman. “Well, the way I hear it, women are horrid, loathsome creatures. Far more dangerous then say, your run-of-the-mill ogre. “Women are devious. Cunning. Like to get a man drown just by looking at him.” Molly had started to get wrapped up in her story, insults coming faster and with more enthusiasm. Her body didn’t change though; she was at ease stretched out over the water.
Without warning, Molly opened her eyes and looked at Rena, her voice changing back to a friendly tone. “Either that or the boys made it up so they don’t have to share. They like their ships – makes them feel special.” She smiled up at the other woman. “The only real bad luck women cause is that the men fight over ‘em. Those kinds of things happen when you’re at sea for months on end. Everyone knows it, but you still get the sailors who hold with tradition. They’ll tell you the females are the downfall to even the best planned voyages.”