“Piss on it!” Syd barked, pulling the sack off of her head and spitting on it, shackles be damned.“And t' hell with all the yellow bellied cowards that'd attack a ship at port!” She snarled at no one in particular, more frustrated with the entire situation than anything else, and the onlooking redcoats were only serving to agitate her even more. Colored dreadlocks were tied back with a bandanna, flopping to her shoulders having been released from the bag finally, and green eyes ran over the two men in the cell with her, though she wasted no time getting to her feet and growling at the guards, “If yer stringin' me up, I at least want my hat, ye hear?!”