Hayes sighed lightly as she watched the old man scoop up the coins and then hand them off to the waitress who happily took them back towards the other pirates at the establishment. She rolled her eyes before turning her attention back towards the Captain. She listened to what the old man had to say before grabbing the bottle of Shweinhammer Stout. A classic, and one of her favorites - though she wouldn't admit it to anyone outside of the core group.
"Aye Captain, it's true I've worked with some of the other Lieutenants out in Cambridge, Leeds, and even Poole. But they ain't have the drive ye had." She tapped the table with her pointer finger, "I'm gonna lay it on the table, I'm here fer me, t' be honest. Ain't no one sent me t' validate any claims of becomin' the Captain, everyone knows it'd be politically suicidal t' hold such a vote against ye, and the ones who've tried hadn't lasted long. I know ye enjoy runnin' the bar and all, but this ain't the way t' go out, Cap. The measily funds yer makin' here pale in comparison t' what we could be makin' elsewhere."
She sighed again, picking the stout up from the table and lifting it towards the Captain as some sort of off handed salute. "I hate t' see you waste away in whatever the 'ell this place is."