(That's why I just reread the whole thing before I started again. It's not too long for a RP scene yet, tbh.)
I ought to learn quicker.
Her own thoughts earned a sharp huff, tainted with a frustrated growl.
Ember wasn't sure where to guide the conversation from here. Her own thoughts kept questioning themselves into one corner after another, and the questions that remained weren't the sort she wished to expose to the elder man.
So she was reduced to silence this time, lost in a burning stare out at the gentle shifting waves of the bay.
Nautilus inhaled loudly, slow, and deep as she stretched, her thoughts dragging groggily to a start.
Comotion sounded from beyond the canvas bulkheads, not unlike that of a group of drunken sailors stumbling about a fight in a tavern.
The tight boards of the ship held back most of the early dawn light, allowing only a few muted slivers to breech into the deck below.
The siren sat awkwardly upright in the swinging hammock, clothes twisted about unevenly, and she spotted her sea-green scarf escaped to the floor beneath her. A few other women were about in the hammock space, some sitting like her in their temporary beds, others knelt on the ground, fastening boots or hair or coats.
She cocked her head at the sound of laughter, curious of the other women's irritated or disgusted looks thrown toward the canvas wall.
If I'm not mistaken, that may be the Phoenix from yesterday. Poor thing is going to get himself killed before we're a week from shore.
It was unfortunate that such a thought reminded her so strongly of her traveling companions.
"Mmm..."
Where's Jintao? I ought to find him. And his 'friend.' Hope they're still alive.
She frowned.
By the tides, they'd better
be. I made him a deal.
She leaned away from the hammock, eyes slitting tensely at the odd movements of the thing, and she adjusted slower. There was a moment of awkward shifting like that, attempting to be free of the bed without spilling herself brutally onto the deck boards. It flipped backward, spinning once as her bare feet met the frigid deck.
She stretched again, crossing her arms above her head, and her deep inhale quickly gave way to a fang-toothed yawn.
"Good morning, Jintao."
Nautilus swung herself up onto one of the arranged barrels, settling, legs crossed, on its wide brim, watching the first mate with scorching golden eye beneath the scarf.
"Did you sleep well? Also, where is Jo-
Lyra?"
How’s he gonna tell her…
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