forum "Haven't seen ya' around here before~" (O/O) (closed)

Started March 30, 2019 by @Dirt

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"Shall we then?" Estaban mentioned to the door much like when they first entered. He wasn't to sure if he wanted her out there at the moment. After all his crew was probably mostly in shock still. "Unless you want to stay."

"No better time'n the present." Lucky said with a shrug, eyes flickering to the door. Would going out first be a bad idea, or a not-as-bad idea? She stepped forward, hand on the knob as she paused.

Estaban cocked his head to the side when she hesitated. It hit him that she might be scared. "I'm not gonna let em hurt ya." His voice was soft and caring. A side he rarely showed to anyone. But for some strange reason he found himself wanting to comfort her.

The change in his tone was startling, but it soothed Lucky's sudden wariness a bit. "Right." She rubbed the back of her neck, chuckling. "Sorry. Just…got caught up in my head."

Estaban reached out to put his hand on her shoulder. He figured it'd be a comforting jester, but quickly let his hand drop back to his side. He didn't want to startle her and possibly get elbowed again. "You'll be fine. They're not aloud to touch ya."

Lucky glanced back at him, letting a grateful smile show itself, before she turned back to the door. "Even if they did, I haven't survived this long by not bein' decent in a fight."

"Right. Shall we then?" Estaban cocked an eyebrow, and once again mentioned to the door. "And don't forget you have a gun. Don't be afraid to use it. Just try not ta kill anyone. Maybe scare em more then injure."

"First shot goes in the air. Second shot's t' save your skin." Lucky muttered pulling open the door. She stepped through and kept her hand on it, holding it open for Estaban.

Estaban's face scrunched up in confusion when he heard her whispering to herself, but he decided he'd ask about it later. He followed after, putting a hand on the door half expection her to slam it on him. "Ever been on a ship before?" He asked. Wondering if she'd get sea sick or not.

"Plenty o' times." Lucky said, nodding. "I grew up in a fishin' village." She'd also used stolen boats as a means of travel, or stowed-away, but he didn't need to know that.

"Prefect. So ya got yer sea legs 'bout ya." He also didn't nescacerly feel like make sure she didn't acadently fall, becouse of getting dizzy. So far nothing seemed to be going wrong. At least not yet. A few crew members watched Lucky carefully, but besides that no one seemed to care as much anymore.

"Born on a boat, so I'd hope so." She joked, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked alongside Estaban. Her relief at not having faced any issues right away wasn't obvious, but it showed just barely in her eyes. "How long've ya been a pirate?"

The question stunned Estaban, making him fumbled with his words for a second. He deffently wasn't used to anyone asking such things, meaning he didn't have an answer on the spot. He composed himself before speaking, "whole life." A lie, but he didn't need her, or his crew knowing that. "So born on a boat, that why your parents named ya the way they did?" He ment it as nothing rude, but it still sounded like so.

Lucky wrinkled her nose at him, shaking her head. "Lucky is short for Lucida. It actually means light, and occasionally star, dependin' on who ya ask." She hoped he hadn't purposefully sounded like he was trying to be rude.

"Lucida." Estaban tested the name, a light smile coming to dance on his lips. "Why'd ya start goin' by lucky? Or are ya just incredibly lucky and her friends started it?"

"A mix. I was always pretty lucky when it came t' gettin' out of situations." Lucky said, laughing quietly at the memories. "After the fire, it just worked easy."

Estaban's brows knit together. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to intrude. Especially when it seemed like it'd be a painful memory. "So tell me more 'bout ya."

"What exactly d'ya wanna know?" Lucky asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at him. She took the chance to study him, giving him a quick once-over.

"Well is there any thin' I should know? Somethin' that might er might not get us all killed?" Estaban added the last part more jokingly. He didn't want her to feel like she needed to this anything unnecessary out there.

Lucky's tongue poked out as she thought. The main thing, was something he was already vaguely aware of and had gotten her arrested. "Hmm…there are certain towns I'm wanted in, basically? But that's not a big deal, considering."

Estaban's eyes widened and he chuckled a little. "Wanted huh? What the heck did you do?" He was surprised, but all thungs considered he probably shouldn't have.

"That depends on the town." Lucky shrugged a shoulder,looking fairly unconcerned. "Mostly just theft." Trying to survive without a steady source of income led to…creative means of making money.

"Must not've been very good if ya got caught." Estaban joked. He looked around again to make sure no one was glaring at Lucky. So far they seemed to be having good luck. So perhaps the whole 'women are bad luck' this wasn't true.

"Knew too many rats, more like." Lucky snorted, uncrossing her arms to dig around one of her pouches. "But like I said, good at getting out of things." She followed his gaze, before looking back down at her pouch.

Estaban opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off by a shout. "Cap! A storms comen'." Estaban looked around, spotting the storm right in their path. "Crud." He mumbled. "Lucky," he whispered, getting closer to her so she could hear, "you might need that gun soon."
Of cours the crew saw this as a sign, and began shutting all over again.