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Jonathan steps on board the ship and pulls out his ship manifest, noting the addition of a bookshelf and books to the storage records. He quickly pockets the eight dubloons he recieved from the dockmaster for his share and Cosette's. He'll eventually give them to her when they meet again. The officer notes a new face aboard the ship, a red-haired beauty leaning against the railing, and nods to her in acknowledge before going back to his manifest.

Jonathan puts the book away and stands facing the young red-haired girl. "Aye, I am," he says with a smile. "I am the resident Quartermaster and Tactician aboard the Dementia." He held out his hand in greeting. "How may I be of assistance?"

Jonathan raises his eyebrow at her name, finding it strangely familiar. Still, he needed to be professional as a part of the crew to a new prospective ship's girl. "I can see about signing you aboard the ship," he speaks, taking out his ships manifest and a quill, opening it to the crewlog page and showing it to her. "Just sign your name here, and I'll make sure the captain recieves it. Do be a dear, however," he points to the previous page, "and read the ship's articles. If you are unable to read, I will read them for you."

Jonathan nods and takes the quill and book back from her, only glancing at the name before looking back up at her. "So what are you good at?" he says with a wink, studying her figure. "Would you be more comfortable with the cannons, up in the rigging, or scrubbing the barnacles off the deck and hull? Do a good job, and you could be promoted to a less-objectional position." He puts the book back in his jacket. "You can take any empty hammock in the crew commonhold to sleep in."

Jonathan shrugs and grins. "I've been most everywhere. Paris, London, the Ottoman city of Athens..." he says with a smirk, "I'm sure you might have seen me somewhere." He continues studying Alexandra's figure. She was definately his type.

Jonathan chuckles and nods. "Aye, I have heard of him. Matter of fact," he says thinking to himself (or appearing to), "I believe he was in town buying gifts for his new fiancee." He points toward the wooden shops in the distance. "If you leave now, you might find him in a jeweler's or an import shop."

Cosette smiled softly to herself as her fingers twined around the rigging and she leaned over the railing to watch the waves lap against the hull. Right now they where in the harbor, what would it be like with the sails full of wind, when a storm hit, when the swells of the ocean tide where all that she could see.

The young woman lightly tilted her head and smiled to herself, how odd that she would wonder these things and yet find beauty in it as well. Perhaps the sea had at last entranced her, for they say when that happens once can never leave it. Once you become one with the sea you are doomed to ride the waves, forever feeling the salty spray against your face until at last the sea claims you as one of its own.

Standing near the bow, alone against the rigging Cosette reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out the most prized possesion she had, and her little secret. A secret no one knew, not even those she cared for.

In her small hands rested a very worn hand crafted reed flute. Its holes where crudely dug out with a kitchen knife but its tone was true...Cosette had seen to that through the many failed attempts before this one. This was her crowning achivement.

Bringing the flute to her lips she closed her eyes and leaned back against the rigging, the corners of her lips lightly curled into a smile as her lithe fingers began to play.

The haunting tone floated on the wind as the melody that flowed from her washed over the ship like the waves itself. It was not a framilure tune that any would recignise for it was one Cosette had written herself, long ago. Mornful and haunting like the song of a siren.

Cosette let herelf fly, letting the song lead where it may, perhaps this would be a new variation of a very old peice...

Alexandra slants her eyes toward Jonathan not knowing that it was a guy she used to love and was arranged to marry but he left her at the altar crying her eyes out. She bites down on her lower lip as her cheeks pinkens with a blush when she looks at him. "Mmmmm.. all right, sir." She mumurs before she waits for few seconds, debating with herself. Should she go in and seduce this officer to spite Jonathan or just walk away with feeling of depression? Alexandra have made her mind up as she tugs her sleeves down even more, her clevage is pushed up by small corset and is threatening to spill out. She ruffles her red hair to make it look saucy and sultry while she sashsays in the cabin. "Sir.." She says in soft and husky voice.