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@༺Daisy༻ here's our channel TW: Antagonistic relationship, relentless ex, violence, potentially more to come. (edited)

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One…Two…Three..Four.. That’s how many droplets fell from the roof and hit the castle’s banister every couple of seconds making a rhythmic beat that soon faded as just simple background noise. From below, the sound of guests entered the large wooden doors that creeped every so often in the low after storm breeze. And then just in the distance, a loud horn could be heard from the Old Mac’s dock. A large ship was being loaded by tall men, one by one carrying wide boxes that contained who knows what inside. Oh what it would be like to be in one of those boxes, stowed away where nobody would know. That was princess Anastasia’s wish at the moment anyway. To run away, far from the castle, hop on a boat and never turn back. But it wasn’t that easy.. Princess Anastasia was young and beautiful, she had the silkiest black hair that flowed down her back and almost touched her bum. She was tall and petite and her eyes were as blue as the dark ocean’s surface. Her skin was light and pale that made her noticeably more sensitive to harsh sunlight. She was a gorgeous princess and everyone in Adalina knew it. Even the neighboring kingdom, Drekan. See, When Anastasia was young, her parents already sealed her fate. At 18, she would marry the eldest son of Drekan, Prince Fablton. He was a few years older than Anastasia but acted as if he was five years old at times. An immature arrogant piece of prince he was. Anastasia couldn’t stand him. And even after her very forward refusal to marry such a foul man. Even after her murder threats, Runaway threats, and insults after insults…here she was…Standing on the balcony of her bedroom, staring out to the large boats, wearing the largest white wedding gown she has ever seen. And her tiara sitting pretty on her head. It would soon be replaced by a huge crown belonging to Fablton’s family. The thought brought shivers to her cold skin.

06:14

“Princess Anastasia..” A light voice called from inside making the princess turn her head slightly. One of her maidens, stood at the doorway. A sad smile perked on her dry lips. “I’m afraid it is time Princess Anastasia..” Anastasia paused for a moment before looking back over the balcony. The crowd of people below were now all inside, ready for the ceremony to begin. “Is it too late to change my parents’ minds Ms. belle?” Anastasia asked without turning to the maiden but she could hear a soft chuckle come from her. “Their minds were set the day you were born..” the maiden said making Anastasia nod while pressing her lips firmly together. “That they were…” Anastasia turned finally with a small smile which the maiden returned. And with a deep breath, Anastasia walked inside to end the worst days of her life. ~~~~

06:14

The verbal ceremony was quick even though Anastasia felt it had dragged on and on. However the night was not over yet. They had spoke their vows to one another, Anastasia had one of her maidens write hers, and now they must share their first dance together in front of the whole kingdom and then, and only then, will Anastasia will be given the crown of Drekan and become the new Queen of their kingdom. “This is exciting isn’t it” Anastasia looked to her left at the Prince who was on her arm. Fablton was fixing his blond hair and adjusting his uniform, not looking at Anastasia at all. They were stood behind two large doors that led to the giant ball room where all the guests sat in wait. It was a huge entrance they had to do before the dance started. Over the top really. “I don’t know if it’s excitement or nerves” Anastasia spoke honestly shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “It’s excitement trust me, after tonight, you will be my wife, the most beautifulest of them all…and I…I will finally be king” Fablton grinned down at Anastasia which made her mentally cringed. She didn’t care about the titles at all, she didn’t care about the dress, the ceremony, the dance, the crown..She loved her kingdom. And she loved the freedom she had, the people she helped. She loved her life. Just not the one that was chosen for her. She loved what she made life to be for herself. And it was not marrying this sleazy prince. “I have to pee..” Anastasia suddenly said without thought. Fablton looked down at her in an amused look. “Well honey, the doors are going to open soon cant it wait?” He asked with a forced chuckle. Anastasia glanced around at all the maidens and servants that were standing and rushing around them to prepare everything for the grand entrance.

06:15

“I don’t think they’re ready yet..it will only take a few seconds..” She said slipping her arm out of Fablton’s grip. “And aren’t we the new king and queen, we can delay our dance for just a few moments can’t we?” She continued seeing the prince’s protest. He let out a huff as he frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair. “Very well but please do hurry. My Father would be very unhappy if we do not go through with this on time” Fablton urged her as she nodded and turned to head towards the bathroom. “Your father can kiss my ass…” She mumbled before quickly being stopped by a nearby maiden. “Princess, the doors will open soon! Where are you going?!” “Bathroom break! A princess has to go” “I will accompany you then so you are on time” “Oh my god, I am about to get hitched for the rest of my life where I will be under supervision every step of my way, can a princess please get some privacy before all eyes are on her until the day she DIES?!?” Anastasia exclaimed. The maiden was stunned, unable to form a proper sentence before Anastasia scooted past her quickly with a smile. “I will just be a minute!” ~~

06:15

The bathroom door closed and locked as Anastasia pressed her back into it. She let out a deep breath and closed her eyes. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want this at all. She just wished she could be 17 again. Where her life was still hers to do what she pleased with it. No responsibility. Just fun in a large castle where everyone respected her wishes. Now she was an “adult” and her parents expected so much of her. She just wished..someone would see her as Anastasia..not the princess. Just a girl who is kind…and sweet…and a little clumsy. Her fingers reached up to grab the tiara on her head and she opened her eyes to stare at it. “You have ruined and saved my life…all at the same time” she said with a sad smile. A quick tear had escaped her eye, running down her cheek before sighing and wiping it away. A knock on the door made Anastasia jumps slightly. “Princess..we would like to start now..are you ready?” A maiden had shouted making Anastasia groan. She was about to grab the door handle when something else had caught her attention. “OI! YOU PIECE OF SHIT EXCUSE FOR A KNUCKLEBRAIN! IF YOU DROP ANOTHER BOX ILL HAVE YE HEAD ON THE END OF MY SHIP YA HEAR?!” Anastasia turned to the window, rushing over to peer outside. In the distance, a new boat was docked now. One she has never seen before. This time the men were of different sizes. Tall, short, skinny, fat. Some had beards and some walked with a limp. They were grungy and looked angry as they spat on the ground and shoved each other out of the way, but then would share a hearty laugh afterwards. Anastasia smirked in amusement as she watched the men go back and forth on their ship. But one caught her eye the most. He stood on the top of the ship, he wasn’t helping, just yelling at the men who were. He wore a large black hat that made him stand out from the others. He must be their captain.

06:16

“Princess?” Another knock was at the door, this time it was Fablton’s voice. “Princess you must come out now! They are ready for us” Anastasia looked at the door handle as it jiggled back and forth. She could unlock it. But if she did, she could see her future already. Stuck in a marriage she did not want. Over a kingdom she did not like. Forced to make a family with a man she did not love. Or She turned to the window where the boat had sounded a large horn. She could start a life in the unknown. Take matters into her own hand and let her future make itself. With no certainty. With no plans. She could be happy. Because she wouldn’t be here. Anastasia looked down at the tiara in her hands… This was her choice…this is her life ~~~ “Back up, I’m breaking the door down” Fablton was furious as he stared down the bathroom door. It took him three tries before the door finally busted open letting him and the three maidens inside the bathroom. “Anastasia!” He called out as glanced around. But it was completely empty. The only sound was the running water that came from the faucet and the sound of the open window creaking back and forth from the wind outside. “Oh my! Your highness, look!” One of the maidens scurried over to the sink where Fablton noticed a shiny object left on the countertop. He picked up the tiara slowly, examining it carefully. Then he let out a shaky breath as his grip tightened.

06:16

“Sound the alarms…” he said but the others stood in shock. “I said…SOUND THE GOD DAMN ALARMS” ~~~ The harsh sound of Anastasia’s bare feet could be heard as they paced across the ground. Her large gown was ripped down to just her white under dress and her shoes were left at the castle walls. She had climbed down from the bathroom window, luckily undetected and took off into the woods. She didn’t know what she was doing. But it was the most adrenaline she has felt all day. Finally she had approached the docks where the men were still loading onto the boat. The captain seemed to had disappeared and there were only a few more boxes left to load. Without a thought, Anastasia had found her way to the boxes, and quickly opened one. Inside were containers of bottles of what smelt like old ale. “Oh…” Anastasia gagged but the sound of footsteps made her panic. Quickly she stepped into the box, curling up as small as she could get and closed the lid above her. It was completely dark and hard to breathe but she stayed as quiet as she could be. “Alright these last boxes are all we need” a rusty voice came from outside the box. She heard a lot of movement before she felt herself being lifted up with a grunt. She smacked her hand over her mouth to keep in a squeal as she shut her eyes tightly.

06:16

“Jeeeze…how much beer did the captain order..this box is much heavier than the rest” the voice grunted making Anastasia’s eyebrows narrow. It’s not THAT heavy. After a few minutes, Anastasia felt the box roughly drop making the bottles around her shake and poke into her skin. She wanted to yell but held it in until she heard complete silence around her. She stayed and waited until she finally heard the final horn of the boat, and then what felt like everything shifted. The boat was moving… Realizations quickly settled into Anastasia’s mind. She really just left her wedding..and hid into a boat where she did not know where it even went… After another moment, Anastasia lifted the lid that closed her in. She peeked around to make sure nobody else was lingering near. But it was dark where she was and the only thing around were some of the other boxes they had. She slowly stepped out of the box and sneaked her way over to a large staircase that led up to the rest of the boat. She quietly walked up, stopping at the door before she cracked it open, only to be shockingly surprised by what she saw.

06:16

It looked to be some sort of tavern like eating area. Loads of men were around, talking, cheering, singing and dancing with cups of beer all around. It was loud and chaotic but that’s not what worried her. They were much easier to see up close. Eyepatches..wooden legs…rotten teeth…these were not just some passing by travelers…these were…. The door that Anastasia was holding onto, suddenly swung open and she was faced with a large wide man who had an empty cup in his hand. He looked down at Anastasia, just as shocked as her. “Pirates…?!”

Captain Tearfield had been called many things during his time as a pirate. Cold. Petty. Arrogant. Someone who would sell his own mother for a cask. Murderer. Cruel. Overly theatrical to the point of contempt. The tongue that wagged that pathetic insult didn’t have much to say afterward. Never kind though. Not considerate and certainly never charitable. He had come to this god-forsaken shithole of a kingdom and port to load on simple cargo, for an easy smuggling job. Coming to the capital always put him in a foul mood, which had been passed on to the crew as Tearfield encouraged them to hurry their work along as expeditiously as possible. Now after they had already set off on their accelerated timetable he had been brought a problem. Rather than a slight surplus of cargo that had initially been reported, Tearfield now had a stowaway on board. A stowaway that would cost precious resources on this journey or an unacceptable delay to return her to her rightful place. So now, Tearfield had a small girl, still dressed in her wedding gown, frightfully looking at him after he ordered his bosun to bring him to his private captain. She certainly was beautiful, the town criers barely did her justice with their description of her for the wedding. However, they apparently forgot to mention the part where she was headstrong and reckless enough to simply charge off from her wedding. Now the most wanted person in the kingdom was aboard his ship.

09:41

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Tearfield ground his teeth on his pipe, the smoke wafting through the cabin as the dim light shone upon his frustrated face. “So why did you have to go and choose my ship girly? An entire port of ships to choose from and you decided that mine was apparently your ticket to whatever rash plan you cooked up with that empty head of yours.” His eyes were cold and scornful as he looked Anastasia up and down, her dress ruffled and torn from hiding in a shipping crate and her hair sticky with sweat and sawdust from the same. “Tell me one thing. Why should I keep such a liability on board? You might just be the most wanted woman in both countries right now. Hell, you may have even caused a war. That extra scrutiny is hardly something I desire so right now, racking my brain, I am struggling to find any reason to keep you on board. And I certainly have no plans to stop anywhere before my planned destination. So explain quickly and explain well.” Captain Tearfield finished, a cruel smirk on his face as he settled into his chair ready for the pleading of a soft and spoiled princess.

09:41

@༺Daisy༻

Maybe it was the cold that made Anastasia’s skin shiver in goosebumps. Maybe it was the boat’s slow rock back and forth that made her legs feel wobbly and unstable. Or maybe it was all the large grungy man that sat on the opposite side of the room whose dark eyes stared daggers into Anastasia’s. Whose voice boomed so loudly that she could’ve sworn the wooden walls that surrounded them squeaked in fear. But nothing sounded louder than the sound of her heart beat in her chest, just anticipating the man’s next moves. Anastasia blinked when the man finished talking. Oh he wanted an answer. Her lips were dry and felt crusty as they parted for a moment but no words seemed to come out. Her bare feet rubbed nervously against each other as she took a deep breath. “I-“ Nothing. The words couldn’t seem to form but instead her eyes filled with tears that she tried hard to keep from falling. “I-I am..princess Anastasia..of..Adalina..and there has..clearly been a mistake here..” Her words sounded almost gibberish as she tried to sound confident but her voice trembled with every vowel. “I have..boarded..the wrong ship…and I dema-I..ask for you to please drop me off at the next nearest port…and we do not have to tell anyone about this exchange at all…thank you” Anastasia’s eyes avoided his anyway she could as she spoke and hoped the pirate infront of her had a heart of gold. @Derek

Tearfield through back his head and laughed, his grating cackle bouncing off the cabin’s walls and stabbing into Anastasia’s ears. “You-you want to demand that I stop my own ship posthaste and drop you off as if this were some pleasure cruise that had gotten too out of hand for you?” His voice crackled with a cruel mirth as he mocked the choice of words the small woman in front of him had chosen. “Did you not hear a thing I said, little girl? You are nothing but a liability and certainly have done nothing to earn the cost of dropping you off. Why should I cost myself coin, displease my current employer, and suffer the scrutinity of whatever port authority I woud have to answer to when I asked for permission for a berth. I had thought that perhaps royals would have some grasp of the real world, but clearly your head is filled with nothing but your own self importance. Not even what ever ‘royal duty’ you nobility are so fond of espousing made it in there I see, if you’re so eager to run off from a cushy marriage to a king.” blankspace

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11:10

Tearfield leaned forward, eyes growing more dangerous with Anastasia’s inability to provide him with any reasonable idea for keeping her on board. “I highly doubt that any attempt drag any value out of your noble, porcelain, skin would be worth the time or effort of any man I assigned to do so. Perhaps I could wait for whatever bounty you were worth circulated and sell you back for whatever I could wring from that prince’s hands. I just hope such an endeavor would be worth whatever it cost to keep you here, but something tells me you don’t eat much anyway.” Tearfield continued with a contemptous sniff, hardly impressed with the princess before him.

11:10

@༺Daisy༻

Anastasia mentally slapped herself for her slip of the tongue. She didn't want to demand anything. She just wanted to get as far away from this ship as possible, but that seemed like it would not be happening anytime soon. Anastasia's eyes followed the pirate's as he leaned forward on his wide desk. Her eyebrows had narrowed as he went on to describe her "royal" lifestyle and how he obviously had not a care in his body to treat her with any respect. It slightly angered her. How dare he. How dare he hold her captive like this and treat her as some pawn. And the prince...ha..He would only love the attention of saving the princess..he wouldnt truly care of her safety. His words unfortunately did cut deep for her. Once again, another person who judged her entire life and did not know anything of her. At least she was not being forced to marry this one. "I am asking you..to let me off your ship at once.." Her voice was just barely a whisper as her fist clenched and her nails pierced into her skin. "My title-or my nobility has nothing to do with your ability to be kind.." Her eyes glanced to the leaky floor board beneath her. "Wait if you wish..but the longer I am gone..the greater your punishment will be when my father discovers that some low grade nasty arrogant dirty pirate took his only daughter and princess of Adalina! so yes, actually I do demand that you stop your boat at the next port or it will be your head at the foot of my castle." The words exited her lips faster than her hands could stop herself as she used them to cover her mouth quickly.

@Derek

“And now the princess turns to threats. Listen here little girl I’m sure you’re used to your words carrying weight and my heart goes out to whatever poor maid you sent out for lashings when your sheets weren’t pressed in the exact way you desired.” Standing up from his chair, Tearfield casually walked over to Anastasia, obviously unphased by her attempts to cow him into releasing her. “However, you’re no longer in your little palace now. When you threaten someone, it helps to be able to actually follow through on it. I’m sure your daddy backed you however you wanted and most certainly the servants trembled in fear of him, but I can guarantee it was never from you.” Standing in front of Anastasia, Tearfield drew his sword, not the polished metal she was used to on the parade fields of the castle, but a dark steel blade, covered in small nicks and wear and tear. A sword that had seen plenty of use for its intended purposes. blankspace

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12:32

“However now your words hold no weight beyond what you can imbue them yourself. You say your daddy will have my head? I wonder if yours is even so secure right now. You see, I know you ran away because you ended up on my ship. If I had deigned to kidnap you I would know it and yes I’m sure two kingdoms would indeed love to have my head delivered to their doorstep. But there would be evidence of that. Reports of pirates storming the halls of the castle, their grubby mitts seeking a princess for ransom. But there isn’t any of that is there? No fervent assault, no princess screaming as dirty men take her away. There are almost certainly traces of a cowardly young girl running away from her new home though.” Captain Tearfield ended his monologue by placing the tip of the blade on the base of her throat. “So if you have any more threats, I’d love to hear them girly. Your tirades have certainly been amusing, but I find myself quickly tiring of your empty words.”

12:32

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There it goes, the heart beating in her chest sound so loud she couldn’t hear anything else around her. All she could do is stare and watch the pirate get up from his chest and walk towards her. She hadn’t realized her feet moved her backwards until she felt her back hit the cabin wall making her release the tight breath she was holding in. And when he drew his sword, her make believe confidence had left her body completely, being replaced by utter fear. Her hands clutched her stomach as she stared at the sword pointed at her. It was nothing like she’s ever seen before. It actually looked used and not just for threats or for show. Like this pirate has been through the trenches and more. Anastasia’s eyes moved from the sword now to the pirate’s eyes. They were cold. So harsh like his words. Something she was not quite use to when people spoke to her. Her eyes shut tightly as she felt the blade touch her skin. Her breathing quickened and she almost recited a prayer in her head. Would she die today? was this the unknown she so desperately was seeking. She chose death instead of an unfulfilling marriage… Anastasia opened her eyes once more, a new emotion flashing in them as she stared at the pirate. No.. “Unfortunately for you Mr. pirate..a princess’ word will triumphant any logic you might have. You will die just for having me in your presence, for pushing your…sword against me, and for just being so rude..they will not care of reasoning. You’re a pirate after all..” Anastasia swallowed hard as she took a deep breath. “And I am not threatening you..I’m just stating facts. I know what goes on in the castle anyway, so I bid you an offer…one I know you will not refuse…” Her eyes found his again as her eyebrows narrowed. “Let me stay aboard your ship until you get to your next destination..and I will tell my kingdom that it was the..rusty pirates who saved me..and they will reward you with greater gold that can replace your teeth, I assure you”

@Derek

“Well I see the rumors of the princess’ grandiose generosity were not unfounded then I see. Please, let me offer my sincerest apologies for mistaking your concern for my well-being as a threat towards it,” Tearfield sneered, an overwrought bow punctuating the mockery of the statement. “You see when you mentioned your father taking my head, I had thought you would be delighted by the prospect, which truly wounded me so, but it is now clear just how much the very thought distressed you. To offer such a promise, to offer to undergo such a daring deception all for the safety of me and my crew, well I can’t imagine what we did to endear such concern on our behalf, but truly it would make me a cad to refuse.” Captain Tearfield’s eyes glittered as he stepped back and sheathed his sword, his body still emulating the language of an obsequious palace courtier. “So then, just… stating facts, to go along with your generous offer and keep you aboard my lovely ship for the duration of our journey, there might be certain complications of course. See other ships do run these lanes and the occasional royal ship does make a patrol. Now as an upstanding citizen to the highest degree I have nothing to hide and certainly find the best practice is one of strict compliance to any search. However, there would therein lie the potential for a royally entrusted personage to decide to board my humble craft and possibly witness, a woman in a wedding dress, who just so happens to perfectly match descriptions of a missing princess.” blankspace

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06:28

Returning to his pipe, a cruel grin forming around it, he continued, “So to truly avoid any suspicion, it does seem as if you are due for a makeover there princess. Another concern of course is how my men might perceive my sudden decision to offer pleasure cruises to freeloaders. I would ask if you’re used to any work, but I have no interest in obvious wastes of time. So it will simply have to be seen just how willing you are to try.” Tearfield chuckled, always his own rapt audience, “Those would be the beginning conditions to let you stay for the entirety of my journey. I would ask if you accept, but something tells me you never learned how to swim.”

06:28

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Anastasia noted the mockery the pirate so clearly made of her. But she listened as he went on and on, many times she tried to speak and cut him off but the more he spoke, the more little she felt. Anastasia looked down at her attire. A torn wedding dress, no shoes, and her makeup was probably ruined by now. Yes she would be noticed quite quickly by passing boats. And she truly did not want to know the repercussions she would face if she would to be turn into the kingdom now. They might have her head. Subconsciously, Anastasia’s hand went to her throat as she swallowed hard before looking to the pirate. She was surprised he was more willing to negotiate her stay than she expected. She wondered if there was a catch she was missing. Nonetheless, Anastasia sighed gripping her wedding dress between her fingers. “And what exactly do you propose me to put on? I doubt you have any women clothing around and God forbid I put on any of your men’s scraps you called clothes…” She huffed before fiddling with her fingers. Labor work? Well to be fair, Anastasia never had to work, not unless you count teaching a few young juniors how to horse back ride. But even then, that was more play than work. “Very well…I will accompany you pirate until your next destination and I will..be of use to you and your crew in exchange for my life and safe return to land and I will be certain you do get your gold at the end of this..” Anastasia said with a shaky voice. Hesitantly, She marched forward to his desk and raised her hand to him. “Shall we shake on our deal then? Or do you prefer a more ale toast approach..” Her tone was slightly humorous but it didn’t overtake the nervous feeling she felt being just a few steps from a man who could decide to take her life at any moment.

@Derek

Captain Tearfield noted Anastasia’s hesitation as he finished his conditions for the deal. Her spunk previously had been impressive, but it seemed as if her bluster had begun to run out as the reality of the next few days set in for her. Certainly, the slight movement of her hand towards her throat was not lost on him. He had not misjudged her situation at all it seemed and she apparently also considered trying to return a dangerous proposition given her own actions. How perfect then. Tearfield had always held the upper hand here, but there was always a different feel, a more satisfying interaction when his prey understood just how far below him they were. “Indeed a handshake will seal our deal, young princess,” Tearfield lilted, eyes almost mirthful in how brightly they shone. Reaching out and clasping Anastasia’s hand the pirate captain forgoed any of the usual posturing that accompanied such an action between fellow pirates. His rough hand simply clasped her small and dainty one with a single firm shake. “Remember though, you’ve promised me a reward you don’t have on the behalf of someone else. I’ll still hold you quite responsible if the other party fails to come through though. So for your own sake, I hope they like you enough to follow through!” Tearfield cackled once more upon the proclamation, cruel eyes appraising the princess once more. “And you may call what wear scraps, but I’m sure we’ll have something we can cut down to your size. Now report to my bosun and get to work. My crew’s had a hard day, and I’m sure they could do with a laugh.” Sitting back down at his desk Tearfield offered the girl nothing else but his crooked smile, grinning at her plight. @༺Daisy༻

Anastasia took note on how rough and large his hand was compared to hers. A princess’ hand tells a lot about her upbringing, as her mother would always say. Anastasia glanced back up to the pirate as her hand retreated back to her other, her nervous fiddling starting again. “Yes..I do always keep a promise..” She said before letting out a shaky breath and taking a step back. Would her father take her side as she claims? He is probably fuming at the mouth by now. An embarrassment she must have caused by her flee. Oh what was she thinking. Anastasia’s eyebrows furrowed then raised as he mentioned her reporting to his crew. She turned her head to the door before looking back to him. “G-go now? Alone?…” She looked him up and down as he sat back down and offered his smile which she didn’t bother returning. Instead she straightened out her back and tried her best at a brave face. “Very well…when shall I expect supper?”

@Derek

“My crew eats when they’ve finished their work, princess. It’s never caused problems before since my crew can handle their jobs. Sometimes they even get finished a little early and get to have a nice evening.” Tearfield continued, his smile only intensifying as Anastasia refused to return it. “So if you’d like to avoid going hungry, I recommend you put your back into it, or it’ll be an unpleasant journey for you indeed.” Tearfield’s laughter echoed behind Anastasia as she slammed the door behind her and walked out into the blinding sun. All around her were the crew, their eyes shifting from their work to the odd guest that had just exited the captain’s quarters. The light gleamed off of her dress, even though it may be tarnished now, highlighting her stately figure as she descended towards the deck. “Over here girlie, the captain said you’d be comin’ to me!” At the entrance to belowdecks stood a man beckoning to Anastasia, his clothing certainly rougher than the captain’s though still much nicer than the rest of the crew surrounding him. Leading her further down he continued, “Captain had told me before I brought you that you’d be needing something a little more fitting than… that.” He said, gesturing at the wedding dress she still wore, trying to be delicate about the implication while still stepping on it directly. blankspace

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17:49

“Well that or you wouldn’t be needing nothing, so I guess the Captain at least likes ya some or you wouldn’t be here talking to me.” The Bosun finished as also halted and gestured to a small door with a table laden with a single outfit inside. “There’s what you’ll be wearing. Smallest size I could find and I still had to cut it down some. I’ll wait out here while you get it on. Just ta warn ya we’re going to be burning the dress and don’t think of taking anything off of it. Captain doesn’t want anything more incriminating than your personage already is and while it may not seem fair, trust me the Captain knows how to run a ship and keep it safe.” Ending his spiel stepping to the side with a slight grimace at the situation, but ending with a resigned shrug as he gestured to the small room.

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@༺Daisy༻ did you still want to rp this?

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