James cast his gaze around his ship, spotting the figure he was looking for at the other side. The Spanish officers had eagerly come to look at his ship, which he proudly introduced as the fastest in the navy's fleet. They were still running around looking at things, pulling things and talking to his men in their thick, strange accents. All except for one.
Miss Teach had moved to the other side of the ship, leaning over the railing with her face toward the breeze. James could guess why, almost as soon as she stepped on board David had pounced on her and the opportunity. She'd ignored him and James had left them to it, only now he was wondering if he should apologise for his officer's behaviour. He gave a glance over his shoulder to make sure all was under control before crossing the deck. She gave him a brief glance before looking ahead, obviously enjoying the salty wind blowing back her hair.
James mustered up something to say, since she obviously wasn't going to engage him. "What do you think?"
"Of your ship?" she glanced at him again, then past him when he nodded to the rigging and the helm. "It's nice."
The Admiral couldn't help but raise a brow. The navy was very proud of their ship…but perhaps it wasn't up to her standard. "You've seen better."
She didn't even hesitate. "I've seen faster."
"Really." James was doubtful, he even scanned the harbour for the vessels flying the Spanish flag, but could see nothing that compared.
She must have noticed because she added, "Not here."
Again she hinted at the fact that she'd travelled places even he hadn't, and the Admiral wasn't sure what to make of that. "I actually came over to apologise." He insisted rather quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear.
Angelica flashed him a look with those flames of hazel. "Why?"
"For my Lieutenant." James answered dryly, nodding rather inconspicuous in the direction of David. She followed the direction with her eyes before looking down at the railing.
"I am used to it."
That only made James feel worse. "I've tried talking to him about it. I think it's really just how he is."
"They're all like that." Angelica insisted rather flatly, there was no bitterness to her tone but James detected it all the same. He flinched some, realising the comment was probably also directed at him. He didn't reply, sensing he should leave her alone. But before he turned she said something again. "Except you."
He turned his head, keeping the puzzled expression off his face. "Pardon?"
"You didn't want to dance." She recapped again, turning around and cocking her head at him like she still was trying to figure that out.
"I'm not any good." James insisted again, wondering what she was getting at.
"You said that already. But I think there is more to it than that." But before James could ask what she meant, she brushed past him to join the rest of the Spanish as they exited the ship

James sat on a grassy hill overlooking the harbour and the prized ship waving a British flag, recapping his odd conversation with Miss Teach that morning. What had she said before leaving?

More to it than that.

Well, he was positive there was more to her then what he was seeing.

"There's more to everyone." He murmured to himself, glancing down at the empty book in his lap and the quill dripping ink on the pages. He was supposed to be keeping a log of their stay, but couldn't bring himself to write about boring things like that. To be honest this trip wasn't proving to be as promising as he'd hoped in the beginning…though he kept those thoughts to himself. His men were happy, running around trying the new things available—women and drink. He'd rather be…at home? No. He didn't really know what he wanted anymore. He had everything possible to be happy supposedly, but he wasn't. Far from it. He could feel himself sinking, grasping for anything to keep him afloat. His driftwood had been work but that was rapidly being sunk along with everything else.

The Admiral blinked several times, looking down and realising he'd been writing all that in the log book without thinking about it.

'A diary?' he thought dryly. Only ladies kept diaries. But he supposed with no one to talk to...to confide these secret thoughts in he might as well continue.

He wrote for the rest of the afternoon before shutting the book and heading back down the path. He hadn't gotten far though before he ran into Angelica. She was painting it looked like, from a nice viewpoint. Which of course was not wrong but David happened to be with her…being just as bothersome as ever.

James hesitated, wondering if he should go over or not. He got the impression she preferred to be left alone but wasn't David supposed to be at the ship supervising?

He strode over, catching David commenting on dresses or something like that before he quietly interrupted. "I thought I left you in charge of the ship."

"Oh, hello Admiral!" The Lieutenant seemed unfazed by James' unhappy tone. Angelica only glanced up briefly before turning back to her brushes and paints. "I can give you a perfectly good explanation—"

"Save it. Now go back to your duties."

David hesitated, like he was unsure if the admiral was serious. But a glowering look from James' green eyes sent him scampering away. Norrington turned to Angelica who had said nothing. "You know feel free to tell him to bloody leave."

She gave a tiny smile, her brush slowly adding white crests to the blue waves. "I did. He promptly invited me to dinner tonight."

James grimaced, rubbing a hand over his forehead. "I really need to do something about him."

Angelica lifted her head, hazel eyes scanning him curiously before quietly asking. "Did you want to come too?"

James started, staring down at her and wondering if she was joking. But the look on her face said she wasn't. "Couldn't you just say no?"

"I'm not going to turn down a free drink." She answered with an air of mischievousness, bending her head back down. "But I think it would go much better if there was someone else." When James took a while to reply she added, "Don't say you're not very good at going out for dinner."

The Admiral felt like spluttering but he didn't, only managed a wry smile. "I suppose I'll see you tonight." He started down the path again but she called after him.

"It's at seven tonight."

James just waved at her to signal he'd heard, wondering what he'd gotten himself into exactly.