The night is still young...

Patty lights a match and gets a fire going, sighing in pleasure as the glowing warmth illuminates the darkened room and cascades across her now mostly bare body.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," the pirate says as she steps back, unaware that her bra strap is now being held together by only a couple threads in the back.

She probably would have been more likely to notice the garment start to sag, if she actually had anything up front that required support.

"Now, to find everything else," Patty grumbles.

The pirate woman searches the rest of the small, run-down house (not that there's much to search, really), finding a crude wooden tub and a couple of large kettles the heat water in (everything was in the kitchen).

The tub is little more than a barrel that was cut in half, but it should get the job done. Unfortunately for her, it's too heavy for the out-of-shape woman to carry on her own, and she's **** to (figuratively) go crawling back to Tina help.

"Um..." Patty says as she swallows her pride and calls out to Tina. "C-can you help me? I found a tub, but it's really big, and um... heavy."

Tina turns around and looks at her, obviously still miffed from earlier. As a rich, spoiled noblewoman with a lifetime of experience bossing servants and getting her own way, Tina has mastered the art of the withering scowl of disapproval, and has no qualms about unleashing it on Patty.

The terrifying sea-dog wilts under Tina's gaze, evidently not as tough as she thinks she is.

"I-it shouldn't be too tough if we work together," Patty says as she nervously rubs her pinky fingers together (it's a habit she's had since childhood). "H-honest..."

Tina just looks at her and sighs. "Fine. But you're getting the water on your own. That's beneath me."

"Ok," Patty says as she looks away, rolling her eyes.

This girl is way too bossy to be a peasant. She must be a merchant or noble or something.