Cas looks away from the gruesome display and lets out a low whistle as the lash bites into the flesh. Oh pirates and their love of torture... Oh well lady luck is still smiling at me since that's not me tied to the mast. When the others begin speaking and introducing herself she ponders on whether to follow suit or lie about her identity. Since she figured that she would be on this ship for awhile she might as well garner some advantage even if was only the rag tag bunch of bilge rats. "People call me Lucky Cas, don't know if it is meant to be a joke or a compliment... Just call me Cas or lucky just not late for dinner!"