Dinner for Two

[Rose Hunter]

Goldie looked down at the dress that was in her hands, no doubt belonging to some girl who wasn’t necessarily on the straight and narrow in life. It had been three days since she boarded the ship, including an unpleasant encounter with the captain right away. Smee had come to her, a mixture of concern and then ordering her to have dinner. Clearly he didn’t negotiate with people often. She was beginning to sense that wasn’t something that happened often on the ship. Goldie looked at the small amount of water beside her, dipping a spare cloth into it so she could begin to scrub her arms and face. Maybe if she could scrub hard enough, this would all go away. But no matter how pink her skin began to blemish, the reminder that she would never see Graham again pierced her heart more violently than the captain’s hook possibly could.

Goldie changed into the crimson dress, cleaning herself as well as trying to tidy her hair up a bit. Smee had made a comment toward her looks, and she figured if she was going to eat dinner then she should make an attempt to look decent.

Outside of the captain’s door was standing Smee, looking pleasantly pleased with himself for rousing her from her isolation. Goldie waited a moment before he opened the door, giving him another glance before she stepped inside the Captain’s quarters. Her eyes scanned the table, widening slightly at all of the delicious looking food. Her eyes paused on the bread, wondering how rude of her it would be to devour it. But instead she squared her shoulders, looking up at the pirate captain as she held her hands at the sides of her dress, “Good evening,” she said quietly, biting at the inside of her cheek. But even as she looked back at the food, her heart ached for the Huntsman. Had he been eating, been provided food, somewhere he felt safe? Was he still alive? She felt a turn in her stomach, fueled by her anxiety, fear, hunger. Though hunger had taken over her, she was unsure at this point how she was going to force herself to eat. “Thank you,” she said, gesturing to the food spread out on the table. She wondered if he had this much set out the previous nights as well, a slight bit of guilt rushing over her before she pushed it aside. No one seemed happy about this situation, bringing guilt into it wasn’t going to make it any better or worse.


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Rose Hunter
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It's Always Nice

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Hook had been tasked -- or well, paid -- to transport a woman from this kingdom, to, well any other kingdom. It wasn't a difficult task per say, but the pirate wasn't exactly one to use his vessel as some sort of public mode of transportation to move people around. Yet even he could not deny the coin that he was presented for doing so. Which was the only reason he agreed to it. He had also gained some insight into the reasons and while Hook would never admit it, he could relate to the woman's feelings of losing a loved one. Perhaps that was what helped compel him to accept this, but if anyone asked, he would say it was for the coin.

So when the woman hadn't eaten for some time, Hook knew he could exactly let the woman rot away on his ship. He decided to send Smee to call her to dine with him, and had a proper meal prepared for her, and even a clean dress to don. When she entered, Hook looked over her with a slight smirk playing on his features. "Evening," he said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She was indeed an exquisite beauty but even that was not on Hook's mind tonight. Just making sure she stayed alive was. "Have a seat, love. Make yourself comfortable for you must be famished," he stated as he proceeded to pick up the pitcher of water and fill her cup. "I must say, that dress looks far better on you than I would have imagined." And did he imagine such a thing? Well, she could read his tone as she wished.

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[Rose Hunter]

As Killian spoke to her, greeting her for the evening, Goldie dipped her head slightly, doing the slightest of curtsies. Her eyes kept wandering back over toward the food, and as difficult as it was to tell herself to be lady-like, she wasn’t sure how long that would last. Goldie walked over to the table as he directed, sitting at the edge of her seat before looking back up at him. She couldn’t help but narrow her eyebrows as he poured the water for her. It seemed out of character for him, though she figured that even the grizzliest of characters had to have a heart. It didn’t mean she needed to leave it unnoticed. “Thank you,” she said, attempting to look him in the eyes. But the moment he told her that the dress looked nice on her, the blush came to her cheeks and she looked away. It was sort of a double ended compliment. She looked nice, though he hadn’t planned on her being able to look nice. He wasn’t all to blame; she’d been so nasty to him when they first met. Goldie touched the fabric covering her stomach, gripping her fingertips against it. “The Huntsman would have liked the color..” she said, more to herself than anyone else.



Goldie thought for a moment, of what he was doing. Her heart ached for him more powerfully than her stomach ached for food. But what was done was done. She cleared her throat quietly, looking back up at the captain. She had to admit, he was sort of handsome.. in the devilish sense. Where the Huntsman had been a gentleman, though an opinionated one at that, she had thought he was classically handsome. His features had been burned into her brain as what the ideal man would look like, what her dreams were. And as it seemed, he was beginning to haunt them. But the captain… there was something lurking beneath his features. He was attractive in a way that sort of made your breath catch. She blinked, realizing that she had been staring at him for far too long. ”…This was very kind of you,” she started, dropping her hands from when they had started to reach for food, and sat back leaving her plate bare. ” I was unkind to you when we first met. I do apologize for that. It’s not your fault… what’s going on.” she said, looking back up at the pirate captain. It wasn’t fair to take her anger out on him, no matter what his reasoning behind taking her on his ship was, he still was doing it. “Oh,” she said, forgetting her manners. “ You clean up nicer than I expectd of you as well,”


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Rose Hunter
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Hook watched her as she slowly took a seat, and then thanked him . . . adding on that the Huntsman would have liked the color. He slightly raised an eyebrow at the comment as a smirk played on his face. "I imagine he would have liked you clad in any color." He paused for a moment. "Or perhaps clad in nothing at all," he added on with a slight tease. He didn't know the Huntsman well, nor did he know her well either . . . but he knew enough. And his empathy for losing a loved one was what prompted him to do this.

She seemed to be deep in thought as she looked at him. Killian remained unfazed, picking up his goblet of rum as he took a sip from it. She eventually added on that it was kind of him to do this and he couldn't help but notice the way she reached for food, only to leave her plate empty. "Need me to put that for you too, love?" He asked with a slight tease, but not entirely with false offer. "You don't have to worry about being a lady here. You are among pirates after all," he added on. There was hardly any formality . . . if that was what indeed was holding her back.

Her next words were not ones that he had expected to hear . . . but nor were they entirely unwelcome. "It is forgotten," he told her. "We are going to be among each others company for the next little while. Best make the most of it. After all, when will you ever be on such an adventure aboard the Jolly Roger again?" He asked a bit playfully, trying to distract her mind from the reason she was here . . . the parting of her loved one. She then further surprised him, though he made no show of it, stating that he too cleaned up nicer than expected.

"I know," he said with playful arrogance as he gave a small wink in response. "I'm not your average, pirate lass," he added on with the cocky comments . . . all in good fun of course. Pirates tended to have a reputation of being dirty and unhygienic . . . neither were things that he ever intended to represent. "You best eat something," he urged. "Whatever you feel now, will only grow worse in the absence of food and proper self care." He would know. For the longest time after losing Liam, and then Milah, he drank only rum to help ease the pain. Speaking of which . . . "Perhaps this will help," he added, offering a cup of rum to her.

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[Rose Hunter]

Goldie tried to stop the small smirk that was pressing across her lips as he continued on, complimenting his own self. She had to hand it to him, he was aware of exactly who he was and was not afraid of somehow encouraging it a bit. She found it slightly endearing. She looked up, at the pretense that she did not need to worry about being a lady on the ship. “I doubt many a ‘lass’ here has worried about being a lady in your presence,” she jested back at him, teasing at the fact that she had the high opinion that if any ladies were aboard the ship, it was to board him as well. Though, she did smile at the fact that he had teased her about having to put the food on the plate as well. Goldie looked over everything that the table had to offer, and found herself reaching forward for a few pieces of fruit, setting them carefully on her plate. The chicken looked like it would melt in her mouth, and it smelled heavenly. She watched it for a moment, blinking at the idea of placing some on her plate before looking back in the captains direction.

As he handed over the cup to her, she looked down in it, narrowing her eyebrows slightly. “Thank you,” she said, taking the goblet without any sort of idea what may be inside of it. She was his guest, and at the prospect of not wanting to be rude, she took a large drink from it. The moment she swallowed a large gulp, she felt herself coughing, almost dropping the cup as she set it down on the table. Goldie covered her hand over her mouth, giving a few more coughs as she tried to adjust to the sting and burn that the drink had left in the back of her throat. “Oh, that’s terrible,” she said, laughing quietly as she looked back in his direction. “Why would you do that yourself.. on purpose?” she questioned with a playful smile. “Here, allow me to help you instead,” she said, looking over at his plate. Men.. they never tried anything new, despite having everything available to them. Goldie placed her hair behind her ear before getting up, going over to his plate. The chicken, the fruit available, the greens. She scanned the table, eyeing a canister of oil before smiling at him. “May I?” she asked, as more of a formality than anything as she began to slice the chicken. Goldie worked carefully, placing the chicken on top of the greens, then selecting what she figured was the proper selection of fruit on top it. Finally she took the oil and set it next to his plate. “I won’t tell anyone..” she said, trying to hide her smile from the fact that it may seem like a feminine meal. “I promise, it’s delicious. A lot better than the rubbish you gave me,”


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Rose Hunter
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It's Always Nice

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Hook smiled with amusement as she expressed her doubt in how women would be worried about remaining a lady in his presence. "Quite right you are about that," he told her. "They do find me rather irresistible," he added on with the same joking cockiness that he often teased with. He watched her take a rather large swig of the drink and then couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction to it, the cup nearly slipping from her grasp at the surprise of the beverage. "The first time is not always the easiest, but certainly the most memorable for you never forget it," he said, a clear double meaning in his words.

"But trust me when I say it gets easier to swallow the second time." His words were slightly suggestive, but of course he was referring to the rum . . . for the most part. Even if his tone may suggest he was referring to something else all together. She then moved over to his plate and he watched her with a raised eyebrow as she began to assemble a meal before him. She placed vegetables, chicken and fruit, setting the canister of oil next to it. Her question of permission had been responded to with a motion of his hand for he was rather curious as to what she was creating. When she was done, he just stared at the plate before him, as she told him that she wouldn't tell anyone, and promised it was quite good.

"If you are trying to suggest that my physique requires a salad, then I suggest you take a closer look at it." His words held some flirtation to them, but he still looked curiously at the food before him. He slowly then brought his gaze to her. "I'll make you a deal. You set your own plate and take the first bite, and I will try this . . . concoction that you have set on my own plate. Savvy?" It was a way to also ensure she ate, though he had to admit . . . the meal she had so quickly prepared looked rather good. Intriguing. As he awaited her answer he picked up his cup of rum and took another sip. "I don't suppose you want more of this, do you?" He asked teasingly with a smirk. It was quite funny indeed, for their first interactions had been far from pleasant . . . yet now, he found himself rather enjoying her company. Who knew.

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[Rose Hunter]

Goldie sat slightly against the table, resting her hands against the end of it as he suggested that she take a closer look at his physique. With a lift of her eyebrow, she brought her hand up to his coat, moving it to the side slightly as she traced her hand along the panel of his vest. “The Huntsman was more defined,” she said teasingly, trying to hide her smile. Goldie brought her hand back to herself, debating the offer he had given her about how he would eat if she would finally eat something. “ I will have more rum,” she said, smiling as she stood away from the table and began to make her way back toward her seat. ” You eat the salad, I will have….” she said, looking around. She smiled as her eyes settled on the chicken. She gave him a teasing glare before placing the entirety of what was left of the chicken onto her plate.

“ Eat your salad, … love” she said, doing her best to mimick his voice and the way he spoke before she took a hesitant look at the chicken. Perhaps some more rum. Goldie sat up, this time holding the cup with both hands before taking a large drink. She scrunched her nose at the taste this time, though it vastly improved from the near death she experienced first. “ It does get better.” she conceded, giving a firm nod as she set the goblet back down onto the table. “ Should we save some for Smee? Or is he.. I mean he looks pretty well fed. Stout.. even. Maybe he needs the salad more than you do,” she said with a smile. “No, but honestly. It seems like you are a gentlemen of sort. You know how to put together a meal. Yet, you bring these women onto your vessel. I realize it’s primarily for the…company,” she paused, giving a pointed smile. “It seems like you have the potential to be dashing if you so choose”

And then she jumped him. ( Haha, had to But joking.)

Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Rose Hunter
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Hook watched her intently as she moved closer to him and grazed her hand along his vest, concluding that the Huntsman was more defined. Hook made a bit of a face, though it was in good fun -- somewhat. Of course no man liked to hear that another was more fit than him. Then again, she was bias considering she had been in love with the hunter. "Perhaps you shouldn't make such a judgment until you've had a proper look. A better look," he said with a bit of a wink, clear suggestiveness in his voice. Her next words surprised him yet again when she agreed to more rum, and then took the rest of the chicken onto her plate. "Now that's more like it," he said with a smirk.

He couldn't resist watching her take another sip of rum . . . though it seemed to settle in her better this time than the last. Whether it was because she was growing accustomed to the taste or perhaps this time she was better braced for it. Whatever the reason, she swallowed it with far more ease and the captain had a feeling that this was only the second of many sips to come. "Ah it seems my vernacular is already rubbing off on you," he said with a proud grin as he looked down at the salad before him. He still wasn't entirely certain about this meal she had prepared, but he supposed a deal was a deal. He poked the leaves for a moment before she asked whether they should save some for Smee, and Killian chuckled at her obvious implications over the man's weight. "Aye his physique could indeed do with some greenery. Perhaps you should prepare a plate for him and try to convince him to eat it. He tends to go for the meat and breads," Hook said teasingly toward his first mate.

He poked the salad again, as if trying to determine whether to eat it or not and fortunately, the conversation was distracting him from this apparent dilemma. "A gentleman, dashing . . .  either the rum is loosening your tongue or you require something," he said with the utmost teasing, a smile of amusement on his lips. Truth be told, he was glad that her spirits seemed somewhat raised; that she was able to tease and joke, despite the circumstances that brought her on his ship. "Although you did forget devilishly handsome," he reminded her. He finally took a bite of the salad, mixing the fruit, chicken and a bit of the green. He had to admit, it tasted rather delicious. When he finished chewing and swallowed, he continued their conversation.

"In the presence of such a beautiful woman as yourself, I do find it so much easier to be dashing, and charming as you so accurately stated," he commented, purposely adding words of compliment as if she said then when he knew she did not use them all. "Perhaps I just wished to see you smile. And it seems that my attempts have proved to be successful." Losing a loved one was never easy, and if he could help distract her mind from it, if only for a little while, then he would gladly do so. He then raised his cup in preparation for a toast. "To setting the past behind us." Whether it was referring to his and Goldie's initial meeting or her feelings for the Huntsman, she was free to interpret herself.

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[Rose Hunter]

Goldie smiled to herself, glancing in the captain’s direction as he called himself devilishly handsome. He was used to hearing compliments, so clearly he didn’t need to hear them from her. “I didn’t forget, I just didn’t say it,” she teased, tearing a few pieces of the chicken so that they were in small edible bites. She wondered how many women on this ship actually had a meal, or if they were just in it for the jolly good time and the stories that came with it. But as he called her beautiful, she brought her eyes up to look at him, slightly taken back. And he wanted to see her smile? Yes, he was doing a good job at it. But the blush crept back on her cheeks as she looked down at her plate. As far as she knew, no one besides the Huntsman had found her pretty in her entire life. So to hear it so casually from the captain was enough to make her nerves stand at attention. But as he mentioned a toast, setting the past behind them, a soft smile crept upon her lips. “Yes,” she agreed with a firm nod before lifting her cup. She tapped the goblet against his own gently before bringing it to her lips.

With a few large gulps, she emptied it entirely. She looked up, giving a helpless sort of look before finally venturing into having her first bite of food in days. It wasn’t like she could just forget about the Huntsman. He was the love of her life. Or had been. The thought alone confused her. This new life she was starting, did it mean she would have a new love? She watched the pirate across the table. Surely it couldn’t be him. He was so … in need of being fixed up. Yes, handsome. But someone who would settle down? Absolutely not. He was wild and free, literally out on the sea. “ About your past…” she started apprehensively. “What is it that has you so kind toward the situation I am in?” she asked, forgetting her food again as she laid her hands in her lap.

Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Rose Hunter
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Seeing her smile and agree to the toast, prompted Killian to smile in return as they touched their cups together, and he took a sip of the beverage. He was going to return poking at his salad when she suddenly asked a question that made him pause. Talking of his past was not something he did often, for it brought up rather painful memories that he left in the hole that was his heart. Though he also supposed it was a fair inquiry, considering how drastically different the nature of these interactions were with their initial ones. If he was to act like he understood what she was going through . . . perhaps it was best to explain to her that he did know, and that his empathy was not feigned.

He was unsure how long the question rendered him silent for, but he finally decided upon a suitable answer. "Let's just say I know what it's like to lose the one you love." In this particular instance, to further express his ability to relate, he was referring to Milah. But his loss of a loved one was not limited to her. For first there had been Liam . . . and then, his unborn child that Milah had been carrying when she died. But alas, that was far too complex a history. Best focus on Milah at the present. "She was taken from me. Murdered," he further explained, his eyes meeting the blonde's gaze. "I swore vengeance on her killer, and one day, I will claim it." It was his ultimate mission; a place that he had channeled all his anger and rage. He forced a faint smile on his lips, not wanting the subject of the Crocodile to darken their mood. "So as I said love, I do know what you are going through," he stated confidently.

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[Rose Hunter]

Goldie looked down at her hands in her lap, almost ashamed at everything that she had just learned about the captain across from her. She had treated him so poorly when she first met him, and the fact of the matter was that it had been selfish. She wasn't the only one in the world who was experiencing pain or having to lose a loved one. The devastating part was that he was now living a life where he was seeking constant revenge and vengeance toward the man responsible for losing his love. If there was any sort of comfort to the situation that Goldie was going through, it was that the Huntsman was alive. For now. She brought her gaze back up to the captain, feeling a newfound sort of sympathy for him. It explained so much of how he decided to carry himself now.

Goldie looked around the cabin at their surroundings. She didn't know much about this man at all, but she knew he liked the water. A small smile settled on her features as she looked at him, placing her hands against the table before standing up. "Will you join me?" she questioned, before picking up his plate as well as hers. If he was hungry, she imagined he had no choice now. Goldie took the plates, going out onto the rest of the ship as she looked around. It took her a moment before finding the easiest way to carry the plates and successfully get as high as possible on the ship so that they could eat while they looked out onto the water, and hopefully let some of the salty wind get into his hair.

Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Rose Hunter
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It's Always Nice

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Hook wasn't sure what sort of reaction he had expected from her. He did not tell such past events to evoke words of condolence or sympathy. He was far beyond that at this point. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, and intrigue, as she asked him to join her. But where, was the silent question that remained unspoken. She picked up their plates and left the room, so Hook naturally followed, wondering where she was leading them to. He watched her as she made her way on deck, finding a high point. It was then that he fully realized where she was situating them: somewhere to look out at the water.

It was true that he found it to be extremely calming, to just look out at the open sea. The vastness, the breeze, the scent . . . everything about it was what made Killian love a life on the waters. And now, he would be sharing that with her. He joined her, sitting next to her as he closed his eyes and deeply inhaled, a small smile forming on his lips as the cool breeze felt so incredibly refreshing at the moment. He opened his eyes once more, looking out at the water that looked even more beautiful under the moonlight. "Take it all in, love," he told her softly. "You won't often get a view as breathtaking as this one." The calm waters, the clear sky. It was indeed quite perfect, and it seemed that despite their minimal conversations, she knew him well enough to know that this was exactly what he had needed. For that, he was immensely grateful and he hoped that such gratitude was conveyed in his gaze and actions.

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[Rose Hunter]

Goldie imagined it was hard to share a part of yourself once you became guarded. So she appreciated that the captain didn’t tell her to bug off and send her back to the quarters she had been dwelling in for the last few days. She looked over at him, smiling as he told her to take it all in. It was true, she probably wouldn’t see a view like this in quite some time again. But she looked over his features, agreeing that she probably wouldn’t get another view like this in quite some time either. It was a rare moment when you could find a pirate with his guard down, get through to the person that they truly are behind all of their behaviors and mannerisms. “I believe that,” she said, speaking quietly. Goldie spread her dress out, realizing how ridiculous the amount of fabric that came with wearing one of their dresses really was. But she settled back, resting her hands against her stomach as she did her best to enjoy the view.

“I had a place like this once,” she said, breaking the silence between them. “It wasn’t the water, obviously,” she said, offering a small smile in his direction. “But I suppose any place that you can feel safe probably gives you a universal feeling of comfort. Mine was the woods. Less…sea salt and more,… mud…” she said, looking down at her fingers. “Do you think it’s possible to find happiness when you’re away from your safe spot?” she asked, looking his direction. Was it possible that she could find it again, away from the Huntsman? Or would she forever be trapped in the mental prison she’d created for herself in which she yearned for him constantly.


Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Rose Hunter
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It's Always Nice

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Hook softly smiled when she spoke of how she believed his words regarding the view. Funny how things had changed so quickly between them. He had to admit, upon their initial meeting he hadn't been certain they would get along. But at the same time, he understood that feeling of just losing a loved one. Hell, when he'd lost Liam and then Milah, he had shunned away any company despite their efforts, especially Smee. She went on to say that she had a place like this one, causing the pirate to turn his head to look at her with sincere interest. She further elaborated, stating that it was the woods that granted her a place of serenity and comfort. He gave a slight smile of amusement when she spoke of less salt and more mud.

"To each their own, ey?" He said with light teasing. "I imagine part of it had to do with your former beau?" He asked, somewhat rhetorically. "I do hope that such a place is not forever tainted with dark pained memories for you." Whether it was any woods, or the woods . . . he silently decided that next time they made port, he would find the nearest wooded terrain and see if it could bring her any peace. Goldie then asked a question that caused Killian to pause in pensive silence. Was it possible to find happiness when away from one's safe spot. An intriguing question indeed, and Hook figured he would have had a better answer . . . if he was truly happy. The only time he'd been so, was when he was with Milah. While he loves being at sea, and nothing would ever change that . . . he hadn't realized the power a person could have over one's heart.

And this power, surpasses any life at sea for what was such a life, without sharing it with the person you loved? "I believe it has more to do with the company that you keep, rather than where you are," he told her honestly. Perhaps, too honestly. After having closed off his heart for so long, such conversations were infrequent. And yet, came with great ease in Goldie's presence. Perhaps it was their shared experience in losing someone they cared for. Though a great deal of it was also accredited to her nature and how it brought him such comfort. "For being with the one you love, can grant you a greater peace than any location in all the realms." He had meant to distract her from her loss, yet the conversation was broached and he hoped it was not too intrusive of one, nor one that would damage the calm and amicable dynamic that had formed between them.

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[Rose Hunter]

Goldie thought back to the peace and comfort that she felt within the wooded terrain. Was it comfort because it reminded her of the Huntsman? Or did she love the Huntsman because it reminded her of the terrain? Maybe it was more circular than she thought. But the mention of the Huntsman, however she tried to shy away from it, seemed to be the topic of discussion and what was on her mind the most. Her lips pursed together slightly, trying to hold back any tears that may be trying to form. Crying had exhausted her at this point, and there seemed little to no purpose anymore. It wouldn’t bring her back to the Huntsman. She looked over at the captain as he mentioned that perhaps the company was what provided the feeling of safety instead of the environment, but at the same time there would be no better peace than that you felt when you were with the one you loved. So that was it? She wasn’t ever going to feel peace again? A slight pain settled into her chest, dully tugging at any hope and happiness she felt my have still claimed home there. Goldie dropped her chin down to her knee, tucking her arms around her legs as she looked out at the water.

“You are a kind pirate,” she said, looking at him with a smile, “Or rubbish of a gentleman,” she said , leaning to the side to nudge him a bit. She pushed her hair from her face, dropping her legs before she scooted closer toward him. He wasn’t going to harm her. If he was, he would’ve done that on the first night she was here. Yet, despite their initial meeting he had been kind and patient with her. Which is perhaps why she felt comfortable with him as time passed. “Well, you’re not going to like this,” she said as though it were a matter of fact. Goldie leaned down, resting her head against his chest before she curled up beside him, wrapping her arm tightly over his abdomen before she closed her eyes. “ Can you tell me about the first time you sailed?” she asked, opening her eyes once more to look at the stars.



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