Wow, such responsive folk! Thanks so much. The previous upload, which was the previous chapter's replacement, was just to replace two words in one sentance near the end, and update Arden's yet again changed eyecolour. Dark Brown ain't so remarkable anymore, aye?
And Galaxy; I have ideas, not many, but I can stretch them. Thanks for gettin' me booty in gear.
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"Huh. That's interesting."
Arden peeked over a hasty, familar baricade and attempted to decide if his first comment of the morning was directed to her silhouette against the thick white sheet, or to the large, rather nasty bump rising on his forehead.
"Mornin' Sparrow," she cooed. "How your head feel? Recoverin', are we?"
"If your voice weren't as pretty as a red sunset, I'd toss you overboard," He groaned. "And do you realize how distractin' it is to set up a white blockade infront of a porthole?"
"It's all for you, Jack," She teased, running a hand across the bottom hem. He followed it closely. "You're a pig, do you know that? A pig-"
"Pirate, luv, there's a difference."
"Not much," She said coolly. "And I happen to like the ocean breeze."
"Found your stomach, then, have you?"
"Figure out why I clocked you, yet, Jack?"
"So it was you, aye?" He smiled, then winced. "Knew I liked you for a reason."
"Because I won't tolerate your roaming hands?"
"Because you're such a spitfire; anyone else would've woken me."
"One should always let sleeping dogs lie, Captain," She smiled, stepping out from behind her cover.
Jack drank her in. She had changed drastically since the last time they'd shared a cabin; no longer a shy and frightened 16 year old, she had grown up. Her hair was somehow sleeker, her body a little less lean than the previous journey, where she had suffered in quiet nad grieved the death of her family. She hadn't changed her style much, still wearing fine leather shoes and loose linen floods. She no longer wore men's shirts, but her own was just as aged, an off white from the sun, worn to shreds around it's hem sleeves tied up around her shoulders. Her silk scarf was gone and her hair only barely concealed several gold hoops of varying sizes on her ears.
"What are you gawkin' at?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes. "There's work to be done."
And Galaxy; I have ideas, not many, but I can stretch them. Thanks for gettin' me booty in gear.
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"Huh. That's interesting."
Arden peeked over a hasty, familar baricade and attempted to decide if his first comment of the morning was directed to her silhouette against the thick white sheet, or to the large, rather nasty bump rising on his forehead.
"Mornin' Sparrow," she cooed. "How your head feel? Recoverin', are we?"
"If your voice weren't as pretty as a red sunset, I'd toss you overboard," He groaned. "And do you realize how distractin' it is to set up a white blockade infront of a porthole?"
"It's all for you, Jack," She teased, running a hand across the bottom hem. He followed it closely. "You're a pig, do you know that? A pig-"
"Pirate, luv, there's a difference."
"Not much," She said coolly. "And I happen to like the ocean breeze."
"Found your stomach, then, have you?"
"Figure out why I clocked you, yet, Jack?"
"So it was you, aye?" He smiled, then winced. "Knew I liked you for a reason."
"Because I won't tolerate your roaming hands?"
"Because you're such a spitfire; anyone else would've woken me."
"One should always let sleeping dogs lie, Captain," She smiled, stepping out from behind her cover.
Jack drank her in. She had changed drastically since the last time they'd shared a cabin; no longer a shy and frightened 16 year old, she had grown up. Her hair was somehow sleeker, her body a little less lean than the previous journey, where she had suffered in quiet nad grieved the death of her family. She hadn't changed her style much, still wearing fine leather shoes and loose linen floods. She no longer wore men's shirts, but her own was just as aged, an off white from the sun, worn to shreds around it's hem sleeves tied up around her shoulders. Her silk scarf was gone and her hair only barely concealed several gold hoops of varying sizes on her ears.
"What are you gawkin' at?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes. "There's work to be done."
