Lenny watched with two wide, green eyes as Kitty pet the small gold tooth, almost as if it were a sacred dabloon or a priceless map leading to buried treasure (had that been the case, she would have joined her in oggling, but since it was some small, dirty, plaque covered tooth...). If this woman had never had a drink in her life, than the problem had to be psychological. She was three hundred degrees from normal.
She took several timid steps back, her hands raised as if to show she wasn't planning anything. "It's been very nice speaking to you ma'am," if nice was a synonym for terrifying, "I'm going to go visit the captain. I will... see you later."
Were men prone to scurrying across ship decks away from mentally unstable women? Lenny hoped so. She didn't want to look too out of place.
Visit the captain seemed like the only sensable thing to do by this point. Her second-in-command was utterly insane, and she had to get a least some idea of when she could leave the ship, or even know if she'd be able to leave it alive. She didn't want to live on one ship only to be carried to death on another.
Shuffling past several crew members, Lenny made her way below deck, down the hall of bed-cabins and to the back. The door to the captain's chamber was thick and dark, decorated with a yellow trimming and blue patterns that usually warded away evil spirits or feelings on ships - or so Lenny had been told by Gonzo, the head superstitious sailor on the ship.
Hoping to find her captain in a delightful drunken stupor, Lenny raised a slender hand and knocked.