Spearow's grip tightened around the handles of the ores as the boat was sent rocking. She'd stopped rowing when Rip stood up. Now her arms were stiff, the ores held sternly outward as if to act as a balance for the little boat. He was upset and she was staring right at him, but could never forget the danger if she got wet again.
Rather then flinching away and listening to what he commanded- yes, she interpreted his words to be an actual command- she held stead fast. It was a command that she couldn't follow. If it had been anything else, she could have, anything else but this. She was looking at it all as if there was no other choice to stop from putting him too far into danger. She couldn't have him hurt. So, this one time, she'd made the decision that it was okay to disobey the command of one higher than she.
"I won't loose my life!" she retaliated, her words as stubborn as her was expression stern. "I'm the one out of the two of us who would fair better in a fight like that!" Had she not been griping the ores, she would have thrown her hands up. "Who ever said I was sane anyway?! I'm a mermaid who hates the ocean so much I became a pirate. My life is at risk by my own crew mates every second of the day because I'm secretly a mermaid. I put myself in the worst place a mermaid could ever think to be, because I wanted to. That's not sane!"
A heavy breathe escaped her lips. "If something isn't done, nothing will change. I can hold my own in a fight, even if I'm out numbered. Or do you believe I'm not capable enough to hold my own? I did save you, Sir. And I'm not about to drag you too far into this feud."