Kitty didn't notice the fact that Lenny was tugging at "his" bangs, but she heard her exhibiting a nervousness unlike that of the usual seaman. Chomping her dirty nail to bits and pieces, she lowered her gaze to the boards of the deck. What this kid was saying was true, but Kitty had been sailing with Del for years and they'd only nearly died fourteen times. She attested the crew member's unsurity to how long she'd been on board.
"Why ye old nonsense." Kitty responded in a low drawl. It was rare that she ever used any inflections in her voice. "I sail the ship when she drinks. And I'm a very safe driver." The amber-eyed girl glanced slyly over at the skittish red-haired deckhand. "If you don't think so, I can wake the captain up and she can sail..."
Oh, yes, the idea of having Del sail the ship while heavily intoxicated would be hilarious for about thirty seconds. Disaster would be imminent then.