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Captain Kruel, master of the Dementia, commander of her domain, lord of all she saw (that wasn't water), was in a bit of a fix. Since the confrontation with the English ship's boy the previous day, her ever wandering mind was even more distracted than usual.

She would have ignored the incident in favour of other pleasures, and in fact had, but even a delightful evening interlude with the navigator had not erased the encounter from her mind.

What was worse was that the crew had been chattering endlessly about it. They expected swift and violent retribution for such an insult, as a pirate captain she was expected to be a symbol of the entire ship's pride, and defend it justly. Rarely before had the absentminded captain seen fit to conform to these standards of behaviour, but something about the irritating swagger of the man demanded more than her usual vague discipline.

With a sigh, she called in an anonymous cabin boy (really should learn their names..) and directed him to go fetch the ship's boy in the ugly blue coat. Katherine attempted to add a bit of menace to the order but her long standing reputation for drunken mellowness worked against her, leaving the cabin boy to skip across the swaying decks.


((god forbid I ever write a short post sweatdrop ))

Leona gave a satisfied smirk at her work and dusted off her hands. Her job was done for the time being and she let a few of the others on deck know that she was heading down below for a small nap and possibly some food.

Part of that was a lie.

She wanted to scope out Jamie and possibly learn a litte more about the dazzling beauty. After she satisfied her stomach, that is. The butterflies were already churning. She was always less shy on a full stomach.

Heading down below, she grabbed an orange and plopped on her bunk as she peeled it. Something good came from being a vegetarian, sometimes. She would eat fish and meat rarely for the simple fact she knew that it was healthy, but she prefered the citris and vegies over anything else.

Once it was peeled, she layed back and munched on the orange's cloves. "Hehmmm... Wha' shoul' I ask...?" she thought a little aloud. She wanted to be prepared before encountering Jamie, otherwise the butterflies will indeed take over.

Jonathan follows her inside with neither a look of fear nor a look of defiance. Shutting the wooden door behind him, he surveys the new area, confident that they are alone. "Machievelli once wrote that it is better to rule by fear for security reasons, rather than to rule by love, if both love and fear together was not an option," he muses, rubbing his chin in thought as he studies the woman before him. "Of course," Graves continues, "if you rule by fear and somehow lose that fearsome image, the masses will turn on you." He chuckles and shrugs, "I guess that is why Niccolo died penniless and unloved."

He casually strolls around the room, looking at the various artifacts and decor, as carefree as a child. "I do apologize for sizing you up yesterday," he comments, not giving her time to reply as he studies over the titles in a nearby bookshelf, "punish me as you wish, but I do feel my demonstation was necessary to express my importance to the ship, the crew, and you." Jonathan looks back up at Kruel with a sly smirk, "But you wont punish me. You need me. Only I know about the full fleet movements of the English navy. Only I know of hidden treasures of the English governor of Jamaica. Only I know the battle tactics that will turn your leaky boat into a ship worthy of praise from Queen Elizabeth herself." He shrugs, finishing his speech. "What is it going to be? Lose a valuable tactician over a bruised ego... or keep me close and reap the rewards."

Jonathan grins slyly and pulls out a book from the bookself, blowing off the dust from the top. "Havent read these much, have you?" he asks, studying the title. With a shrug, he puts it back on the shelf in its original place. "A tempting offer," he comments, staying to the original conversation. "The fact that I would be the one to give orders to Jamie makes it all the worthwhile, even though I do not understand what half of the crew says."

He turns and smiles slightly, pulling a small rose from his jacket. "I bought this when I was in town last night," he says, handing it to the captain with a slight bow. "Something for you to think about while I think about your own offer."

Jonathan winks and blows a kiss to the captain before leaving. Before he opens the door, however, he stops to think. "You know," he says, stroking his chin, "the cargo manifest recorded twenty kegs of rum to be delivered, which I personally did so myself. Only seventeen reached the hold." The Englishman smirks and winks at the captain, "I would suggest you correct future mishaps in the manifest next time you want to raid the cargo." He opens the door but stops again... "Oh, and invite me as well." And with that, Jonathan leaves the room out onto the deck.

Leona sighed and rolled off her bunk. She threw the peels of her orange ina trash bin and headed back up towards the deck. She was far too deep in thought to see Jamie right in front her and bumped into her softly.

"Oh! Pardehn meh..." She blinked softly and kept her hands in the ready in case Jamie decided to tumble.

"I too' a brehk... an'... well... decided ta go fer a walk... an' ta check on... things..." She wanted to slap herself. She was being shy again. Clearing her throat, she stood upright. "Wha' abou' yeh? Takin' a brehk, too?"