This is silly, Tara realizes. Time's on their side. They only have to wait. WE'RE the ones who have to do something!
She moves her hand away from her sash and steps forward towards the other pirates, smiling ingratiatingly.
"Ladies," she says, "gentlemen. I think we get it. But as you are people of genteel demeanor, surely there's a way to mend this...so long as you come out ahead, hey?" She approaches the leader of the gang, or at least the one who's been talking, hands in the open and no threatening gestures. In fact, her smile turns a bit sultry as she meets his eyes.
"There must be something we can offer you to put this behind us. For the good of the crew."
(OOC - Should the man step into melee range, Tara will reach out to touch his face...and hit him with Dehydrating Touch.)