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Sighing at yet another intrusion into the Captain's quarters, she sat upon her own bunk, taking inventory and fingering her best gown. Its deep blue reminded her of the tropical seas she had known for over half of her life and the sewn on jewels testiment to the life she had made. It was behind her now though, she was in the place were she knew she should be, here, with the Captain and crew is were she felt most at home.

Looking at the newest arrival, she wondered why so many would question his word. If he did have a suprise plan it was for him to know and the crew to find out. If he did not, well... she would not think about such a thing. Looking to where he was, brushing off his old uniform she walked over and took the brush from his hand, allowing him to talk to the other officers barging in.

The uniform felt well used and stiff with dust. Taking the brush she worked over the garment in even strokes. The motion soothed her wondering mind for but a moment.

"Heh aye sir as you wish."
*walks out of the captains quarters and goes to his bunk adn get ready*

Destiny walked back towards the Captain's cabin. She knocked at the door, and then entered quietly. She saluted, then gave her report.

Sir, the maps are rolled and ready, and the instruments are in thier cases, and polished as well. Is there anything else that you requires sir?

She handed over the boxes, and the rolls of maps, ans set them on the table next to where the Captain was standing.

His roommate? Something did not feel right, when was the last time she had been called his roommate if ever? Turning to the Captain she gave him an odd, quizzical look,

"Captain, are you feeling quite right?"

"I'm ready sir what else do you need me to do?"

"OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! OUT, ALL OF YOU!! - No, not you Midnight..."

*Looming large with frusteration, Kurisutofa hearded the crewmen out like cattle. Aeoess's words had held good intentions, but in this case there was only one place that his crew could follow him: to the gallows.*

"Mr. Ilor, Miss Aeoess. I'm sure that.. as adults - and gentlemen of fortune at that - A man and woman of your caliber can possibley think of tasks to assign yourselves without the aid of my orders.

So, with my good graces, go forth in our little wooden world and give it your all. Mop the deck, tar the rigging, pick the flees from each others hair... I don't care what it is you do, just do it. No matter what it is, I want one thing to be perfectly clear: I AM NOT TO BE DISTURBED FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS UNLESS I SEE FIT TO COME ON DECK. Is that clear? Thank you, that will be all..."

*Closing the door behind them, he closed the door and bolted it shut. There was to be no more damned disturbances. He might have been Captain, but even captain's need their peace of mind for a moment.

The Boadicea's captain was likely having a field day: holding dinner parties with plumb-duff and figgy-dowdy and ordering 'make and mend day' every Sunday. Even enough time to rig for church for God knew that they hadn't fired on the little wounded Brig for over twelve hours. What could they be up too?

Never minding his paranoia, Jack turned an smiled at Midnight. She had asked him a question.*

"Me? Alright? With my ship about to be taken a prize, my own fate quite obviously laid out before me, my letting the crew down and Cerberus himself hurtling down upon us upon his mighty wooden stead... Oh yes, I'm feeling quite fine."

*Collapsing upon his bunk, Jack gazed up at the tell-tale compass that bobbed back and forth above his head. They were bearing due North Nor'west now, with all sail cracking on, and some of it cracking right off again in the high winds. The crew not at thier appointed stations, the ship was falling apart, but at least in an organized fashion. Tilting his head towards the inner half of the room, he gazed at his traveling companion as she stood there gazing at him in curiosity. Did she think him mad? The word 'Possibley' was forming in his mind when a thought came to his head.*

"Midnight... do we still have that Quarantine Pennance?"

A slow smile crossed her lips. This was the Captain she knew, giving orders and some wit and sarcasm mixed with serious brooding behind stormy grey eyes. Finishing brushing out the Captain's uniform she placed it on the end of his bunk gently as to not cause any wrinkles and smiled up at him.

"Why yes Captain, that pennance has been used before upon this ship, do you not remember?"

Smiling she touched his hand in a guesture of love and confidence. Stepping behind him she helped him into his coat, the old seams giving easily and the well worn look gave him an air of being older then he was. She glimpsed his real age, or so she thought, there in that one glance he gave her, but then it was gone again and the gleam was back.

"As you wish, Sir."