A quick one-shot and my part of an art-trade with the wonderful a-stric on deviantART. It's for her rogue, 100% diplomatic, archer, Isabela romancing Hawke, Tristan. Isabela is teaching him how to sail, and he hates the ocean, but he's smitten with the pirate lass. ;) Enjoy...

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The sun shone brightly, making the clear blue ocean water glitter. Isabela stood with her arms extended, taking in a deep breath of the salty sea water. She loved the sea, the sight, the smell, everything.

The boat rocked beneath her feet and she closed her eyes, lifting her head up more. Moments later she heard footsteps. The pirate opened her eyes, put her arms and her sides and turned to see the Champion of Kirkwall, Tristan Hawke, striding towards her.

The rogue was in casuals for once, but she knew he had some kind of weapon, hidden arrows, most likely. He was always ready for a battle. His grayish eyes were full of life and his black hair styled like usual.

"Isabela," he greeted. "What did you need?"

"Right, well, you need to learn how to sail." she paused and crossed her arms over her breasts. The wind stirred her hair, whisps flew into her face. "And I plan on teaching you."

"Oh, you do?" he asked. She nodded with a grin.

"I do. Your on my ship, part of my crew, and you know what, you need to know how to sail." she teased. Hawke looked at her, shook his head slightly and sighed.

"All right," he agreed as she took a few steps forward towards him, trailing a finger along his chin and stubble.

"Fallow me then, Tristan." she murmured with a wink. "And I'll show you how to sail a ship."

He turned and fallowed her as she headed for the sail and the large ropes. She stopped and faced him.

"This, is the mast, of course. Now," she began. "To position the sail you..."

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Hours had passed. Isabela was smiling as Tristan did as she instructed. He learned quick and well.

"See, not that hard, is it?" she asked, slipping over to him. He shook his head.

"No, I suppose not." he agreed, turning his back against the mast and turning to face her. Her golden eyes glimmered in the sun set colors. "Want to watch?" he offered.

"What? The sunset?" she asked, a slight laugh in her tone. "Tristan, I...I suppose we could."

The two rogues took a seat on the floor boards, Tristan's back on the mast and Isabela was laid on his lap. His fingers twisted in her brunette hair and she blinked.

It was quite except for the sounds of the waves lapping at the sides of the ship and the soft breathing of themselves.

Tristan figured, even if he hated the ocean, he had her, that's the only reason he needed to be on the ship...