The old woman was screeching and warning passersby as they walked along the docks, the words echoing towards the Jolly Roger as it pulled into port, and he could hear her voice from up on the ship, so far did it carry. He turned to see Milah come from below deck, just as the woman called out again.
"Strange stuff, the dropsy drown you! The red plague rid you, thrice double-ass!"
"What is that woman proclaiming?" Milah wondered aloud, moving closer to the railing to see if she could catch a glimpse of just who was making the racket, just who was screaming and condemning—
"You expect me to know the goings-on of every village we arrive in, love?" he called back with a smile, his tone teasing towards the woman he loved, and she only turned around and threw him a playful glare, knowing he was pushing her, knowing he trying only to get under her skin.
Milah came back his way, her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner—and he knew she was only doing it to tease him right back. He only grinned at her, his head shaking as she moved to wrap her arms around his waist, head resting against his back.
"Well, I do expect the captain to know something."
"Oh is that what this is about? You doubt my skill now? My authority?"
She just smirked right back at him, matching his look with one of her own, so equally paired were they—
"Curse the heavens, for the rains have abandoned the gods!"
And she laughed at that—a laugh that was one of the most perfect sounds in all the realms to him. Light as she tried to keep it quiet and hidden, musical if one was to listen for the special qualities in her voice…
And she was his, as he was hers.