Etta continued to admire the room, absolutely blown away by the pristine touches added to such a room. She glanced at the other furnishings, nodding a bit. “Yeah, there’s not much other work though…” she muttered as she watched the first mate search
Eleanor sighed and turned to face Etta earnestly. "I'm sorry. You can thank my mother for that. I've tried talking to her, but…" She hesitated, toying with the sleeve of her blouse. "She isn't a very… open listener."
Bernadette sighed almost silently, rubbing her calloused fingers down her scarred arms. "It's alright… it gets the bills paid." She smiled sadly. "Need any help? FInding the ginger, I mean."
"Well, you're here now. You can call it what you like, Bernadette, but I say it was fate that brought you to our ship," Eleanor said warmly. "And no, I know it's here somewhere. I know it." She turned back to the drawers and opened them each again. "It's in a little… glass… vial…" she muttered to herself as she searched.
Sally walked bellow deck to continue mapping her eventual journey around the world.
neva followed sally, bored and tryna get tipsy. ( she gonna do sometin stupid with sally to just get it going ;-;)
(Eleanor isn't going to be happy about that… O.o)
(mmnope)
(oooOOOOOH)
(I have a feeling Bernadette will have to console her… and more stupid things might arise…)
(All hail stupid decisions ig)
(OMG SHUT UP YESSSSS)
Etta smiled, looking down at the tarnished wood floors before glancing back at Eleanor. She shifted her weight from side to side, tugging at her tight curls as she started to whistle quietly
Eleanor smiled a bit as Bernadette began to whistle. "Aha! I found it!" she declared triumphantly. She held the vial up, and it contained a beigey-colored powder. "Here we are."
Etta cheered a bit, chuckling as she approached the woman. "What shall we do with it? Do I consume it directly, or…" She glanced at a teacup against the wall
Eleanor grinned at Bernadette's gaze. "We're from London, darling. How else would we take it?" She winked and strode over to get her tea-making bundle.
Bernadette laughed, smoothing her blouse and approaching Eleanor's set. "Damn… do you have it all." She chuckled
"I wouldn't be properly British if I didn't," Eleanor teased back. "Here we are…" she began her rigidly specific process of making English tea on a pirate ship.
Bernadette grinned, nodding at the true statement, then watched with awe as Eleanor began to prepare the tea. It was incredibly precise, surprising for a pirate, but nothing less than expected of an ex-princess
Sally saw Neva arrive in the lower deck and quickly folded her map and put it back in her pocket. "Captn what are ya doin here?" She asked a little bit concerned as the captain had very important work to do.
"i just.. need to be around someone. i hate being alone.." she said an put her mug down. her cheeks were flushed a bit as she pulled up a chair to be next to sally.
"Oh uh alright." Sally said. She pulled the map from her pocket unfolded it and continued to work on it. It was fine if Neva saw it she thought I can trust her right?
neva watched, " you planning on somewhere?" she asked
Bernadette grinned, nodding at the true statement, then watched with awe as Eleanor began to prepare the tea. It was incredibly precise, surprising for a pirate, but nothing less than expected of an ex-princess
After a few moments, there was nothing to do but wait. "Well," Eleanor said, turning to Bernadette, "we have some time to talk while the tea is getting itself ready. Is there anything you'd like me to know about you? Or anything you'd like to know about me?"
Bernadette leaned against the desk, thinking to herself. "I suppose, what drove you to run away?" She asked.
"Shit. I should've known that was coming," Eleanor remarked, shaking her head. "Well, it's not as simple as delusional princess mysteriously leaves without warning and is now dead to the world, which is the story I know my mother is going with. It's much more complicated than that. My mother is a tyrannical cynic. Most of the country has no idea. She hides it well, especially in public, but she pulls the strings of everything that happens in courts and Parliament. She has people everywhere. And when I tried to reason with her about some of the things she was letting happen in her country and to her people…" Eleanor's voice trailed off, and wordlessly, she pulled up the sleeve of her blouse. Old bruises marked up and down her forearm along with a jagged cut from her wrist to her elbow. "You musn't tell Neva or Sally or anyone," she whispered. "No one can know."
Bernadette watched with fear, gasping as the woman's wounds were revealed. She started to tear up, her own scars flaring pain across her skin. "Oh god… oh god Eleanor…" She stammered, worried for the pirate. "i wont. I wont, I promise."