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Aurora was exploring, as much as she dared, the edge of her home. It was a rather lovely spot, though not quite as large as she might've been used to. It resembled the Woodcutter's Cottage where she'd lived for sixteen years and thus she'd taken to naming it such. She had her home in a rather tall and wide tree that's based had been hollowed out where a den was tucked safety below. A smaller backdoor entrance led to the pond that was behind the tree, a nice place to catch fish or swim and fed by tinkling stream heading past the tree and into land she knew not much of.

She walked softly, paws making no sound at the contact with the ground, but opening her mouth to sing trailing notes to the birds hoping they were as friendly as the ones she had known. She hadn't really met any other otters since arriving in the Oasis. She didn't know whether she'd be lucky or not in that aspect because in the end she was far lonelier than she could ever remember being.

"I knew you, once upon a dream, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam..." the song trailed off, dying quite swiftly in her throat. It was a bit too familiar to be comfortable singing aloud. She took to humming it, rearing up on her rear paws and dancing about before an unfamiliar voice greeted her ears...

"But damn it all,"

Her blue eyes went wide, mouth falling open in a comical little o shape. She looked around, the voices were clear but she didn't see anyone quite yet. Deciding it wouldn't do to run off, she headed towards the sound of talking making her way to the edge of the stream and startled to find two otters sitting quite nearer than she thought.

"Hello?

It was hardly the best greeting to receive, being she already knew she was a princess. Still neither seemed averse to her appearance, so she smiled dropping down to all four paws and padding towards the two. She had quite forgotten what the fairies always told her, "don't talk to stranger", falling to the back of her mind.

"Hello, I'm Princess Aurora," she greeted, slipping into a bow and somehow managing to defy gravity by keeping her crown on her head. (Really sometimes she thought the fairies had glued it there!) She rose with a smile, blue eyes curious and shining with hope that she'd found a friend.

"Who are you?" which sounded much better than her thought of "what are you?" having never seen a pirate before. In her opinion, the larger otter was dressed quite oddly and didn't seemed to have groomed for awhile but beggars really couldn't be choosy so she pushed the thought aside. At least he didn't seem like he was going to run her off or anything that would land her in trouble.

She laughed gently as Scupper'd went tumbling before turning to the Captain. She felt rather delighted to see such manners, never quite sure if she was being too formal when she thought of meeting others. The charming smile was far different from anyone she remembered, her father's had been much more astonished, Hubert's had been quite confused before turning to dreamy, and Phillip's had been very soft. Truthfully she felt quite drawn to it, lovely as it was.

She turned her blue eyes to Scupper'd, "It is lovely to meet you, Captain Jack Sparrow and his cabin boy." The inflection on the larger otter's title was gentle with a slight teasing undertone that she hadn't realized.

"I was venturing to explore the small land I've come to call home. It wouldn't do for a princess not to know her own territory. Are you from around here, Captain?" There was a fleck of worry in her eyes, that had sounded much more forward than she'd meant it to. She crossed her front paws, turning her eyes away from the male in hopes he wouldn't notice and think she was simply curious and staring instead from the small otter to the bottle that had been forgotten to the stream and everywhere inbetween.

Her golden hair fell over her shoulder, the tips curling and bouncing with the motion, as she titled her head. What in the world was a pirate? She tried to search her memory. Curses, fairies, kings, queens, gifts, berries, strangers, dreams, birthday, betrothed, prince, princess, crown...no mention of pirates had ever come up.

"What is a pirate?" she asked, a slight flush rising to her furry cheeks. It was a fair sign of a sheltered life not knowing what a pirate was, not noticing the male before happened to be one was simply obvious. Surely the tiny otter was easier to overlook. "I don't think I need an escort but you could escort me around, if it's not any trouble." Seeing as she hadn't met any other otters yet, she really couldn't ask anyone else to be her escort and she could always try flying if trouble presented itself but it could never hurt to have a friend.

"You don't have a home? Why not?" She really couldn't imagine wandering about forever, for awhile perhaps, but surely one needed a home. She turned her gaze to the small otter, wondering what rum was, but not venturing to ask it just quite yet.

She stared, suddenly rethinking the idea of exploring. She hadn't seen any, regardless of the fact she currently was seeing one and had no idea what they looked like, so perhaps the male was exaggerating their population in the Oasis. Besides, she really didn't want to stay cooped up in her den.

She had no reason to think she was being duped though she did wonder if he wasn't a bit of a trickster. She didn't think he'd do anything to hurt her so she forgot about asking if he was a pirate, remembering he had said he was a Captain. Whatever that was, perhaps he defended people from pirates? It was as good a guess as any other she might have, even if it was wrong.

"That sounds horrible! Why would they do that?" she did genuinely look horrified, eyes wide and brows furrowed. She had a fair idea of pillaging and ransacking, once Phillip had recounted his encounter with Maleficent. She imagined raping to be similar, which it was if one considered it was simply a different object, and while she had little seen the sea she knew what a ship was though they weren't much use in her father's kingdom.

She smiled down at the small otter, walking forward so she could brush her paw over his head. "Thank you, brave soldier," her voice was soft and her smile wide. She turned her head to Jack, before padding to his side and consenting to walk with a nod.

She turned to steal glances at him, not that she would quite admit to such, "I think we have a while before we reach anywhere, I'd like to hear your story." Really any excuse not to have to say good-bye sooner would have done, but curiosity apparently did not kill the princess. So she had to try, he was interesting, this Captain she'd met.

She listened, intently, trying to ignore the slight heat in her cheeks at being called a pretty face, or having her eyes compared to the sea. She padded along, wondering what it was like to travel the sea but having very little idea of if she'd like it. She thought briefly that Fate was a being that could never decide what it liked more, happiness or chaos or loneliness to be instilled in its subjects. She can't voice such though, a rare moment where she doesn't sound so much like herself, so instead she focused on Jack.

"Your ship was stolen?" she sighed, frowning, "By pirates?" Oh yes, she was bound now to think everything was the fault of a pirate, corruption.

"Isn't it hard not to have a home? To have a place to return to and be safe? It must be hard always traveling and never knowing where you're going or who you'll meet. You don't have family here?" She blinked a moment, perhaps family wasn't the right direction to go in, but scraped the thought away. He wouldn't need to ask about her family, where ever they were...

She turned her head to peer at Scupper'd, "And does your cabin boy has the same wanderlust as you in his paws?" It was not so much a question as a distraction from getting too deep in thought of families. She'd just started accepting that she was on her own, free in some way that she hadn't been before. It just wouldn't do to start getting hopes up again about seeing family, about being found by a certain prince, not again.

"What was your ship like, Jack?" she smiled, that would surely please him and take away any thoughts of family. After all what was a captain without his ship? A shipless captain she supposed.

Mutineers, of course, made no sense to the princess but she worked it out to mean that his crew were thieves and had stolen his ship. She was torn between thinking that was a shame, it was wrong to steal, and thinking it was for the best, surely meeting this entertaining fellow was right. She was quite thankful for the interruption provided by Scupper'd, thinking too much never lead to good things.

"You do? You must be a brave soul to wander about along with the Captain, right?" she asked bestowing yet another smile on the small otter. She complimented him finding, he in his excitement, reminded her of the good fairies or the woodland animals she used to know. She slowed ever so slightly, not enough to make the little one think he couldn't keep up, not wishing to lose him should he tire. She might have suggested Jack lift his cabin boy onto his back if she hadn't become distracted.

He described his ship so fondly. She smiled, thinking he was probably quite in love with the ship he called Black Pearl. He almost made her want to take up traveling and adventure but then she didn't think it would suit her. She wasn't struck with wanderlust, slight curiosity here and there, so as to head off into the very unknown world around her. She doubted she'd like it much anyways.

Play? She stopped, blinking, her mind confused slightly. Just what in the world was he talking about? It certainly had a sound to it, so he was making some sort of statement or query. She could recall her mother telling her to be careful, men often would try to take her honor as a princess was certainly a trophy to some, but that couldn't be what Jack was doing. No, he wouldn't want to tarnish her or hurt her. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm afraid." At least she hoped she didn't know what he was talking about, even if her questioning gaze might make him think she had an idea. It was only a word, albeit one covered in hidden meaning, so she shrugged it off. It was nothing to ponder over.

"Do you ever dream of finding another ship?" she asked, unwilling to fall into awkward silence.