Winds of Adventure

[Shura]

The trip to the bath house was an easy and uneventful one thankfully. Though it was also a fairly quiet one partly because Cameron had a lot on her mind still. Though once checked in Cameron made sure to tip well for the service and assistance knowing that the task ahead of them would not necessarily be an easy one. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” The captain state to Morgause with a small smile before the two parted ways. Cameron made her way through the town as she set her mind towards completing a few tasks which needed to be done. The first was making sure the dealer they had made arrangements with knew they were in port so their deal could be finished. With the reward from that she could get buy materials and assistance in fixing the damage done in the battle. With her usual charm and flare the captain made her stops making small talk with the locals greeting everyone with a confident smile. The deals themselves where went as expected with the money exchanged for services. The work was set to start the next day and all was more or less sorted out.

A few small pit stops were made along the way as she picked up some more immediate needs both for herself and the newly joined crew member. The most important of the errands being to a medicinal shop. It took a little bit of haggling and asking but she managed to get something that might be able to help Morgause recover from her illness. Which would put the captains mind at ease, Morgause's current state was very worrying to the captain greatly. The lice and much could be cleaned away, infected wounds could be cleansed and disinfected but illnesses from inside the body was much harder. Especially the lungs. The medicine was not cheep but a healer would cost far too much. Especially with how rare they were.

With the bigger task done the captain set to simply checking over her list to ensure everything that needed to get done the next day was on it. The captain looked up into the sky taking note of how it was slowly starting to sink from its high position in the sky. Letting out a small sigh she tipped her hat back wiping the sweat from her brow before she made her way to her ship to leave her goods. Her mind wandered to the bath house a thought repeated itself for probably the hundredth time that afternoon, how was morgause doing? Probably enjoying herself with finally having a hot bath no doubt. Faded memories of the time the two shared a hot bath started to enter her mind before she shook them away. “Actually a bath would be nice…” she muttered realizing that more than anything what she needed in that moment was some time to relax.

After checking to make sure everything on the ship was in order and no one had gotten to wild while enjoying their off time she made her way to the bath house. The woman at the front desk perked up as the bell above the door jingled signaling a customer.
“Welcome! How may-” The busty brunet started before recognising the captain. “Oh! Have you returned for your friend?” The woman questioned with a bright smile before her honey brown gaze shifted to the doors. “Hm I don’t think they are quite ready… something about trying to detangle her hair.”
“Oh well I suppose that would add to the time.” Cameron noted before giving a small shrug. “Ah well I don’t doubt that the time and effort will be worth it. Though I might enjoy a soak myself in the meantime.” She smirked slightly.
“Oh! We would be happy to show you to a room as well then! You are just in time! The tubs are being change out as we speak.” She boasted. “Would you like an assistant as well?”
“Wonderful, But I uh… don’t think I will need any. Thank you though.” Cameron turned down the offer. What she honestly needed was simply quite time to reflect and relax having someone hovering over her would just be a distraction. The woman simply nodded, wasting no time she motioned for the Captain to be shown towards one of the many bathrooms each one was elegantly decorated with glowing lamps and fresh flowers which grew in pots. The blond sighed as she the door was shut and she started to shed her layers and released her bound chest. While she had started to care less what her crew saw her as… a small part of her still worried about how seriously other would take her if she abandoned the bindings. How her friends would take it, granted they new of her talent most wouldn’t bat an eye thinking she was just joking with them. In her endeavors to be taken seriously she had put herself in a corner in how she presented herself.

Shaking the thoughts away cerulean eyes shifted to the pool water, excitement shining brightly as she moved towards it and slowly sank in stifling a small moan as her skin stung slightly from the heated waters. It had been far too long since she indulged in small rewards. Resting her head back and simply basking in the heat of the bath the captain let her body relax and the tangled mess of concerns and responsibility unwind if only for a moment. A rare moment of calm, non alcohol induced, relaxation. It was almost funny all she wanted when she was younger was a ship of her own to command and a crew to plunder alongside her. Now a small part of her simply wanted to avoid the heavy load of responsibility and simply enjoy life. The fact that she had become a captain during one of the biggest wars with the navy was one hell of an exhausting factor as well. “Ah well… careful what you wish for.” The captain sighed heavily enjoying the moment of peace. A small part of her wished the Morgause was their to share the moment with her. Even if it wasn’t sexually she did miss their banter and flirting, having someone to speak openly with who didn’t try to act like a disapproving older sibling at every turn. Not that she didn’t enjoy Hannibal's assistance and advice, it was invalible at times! But sometimes… all she really wanted was to have someone who wouldn’t try to judge things logically.

An hour passed as the captain enjoyed her time in the bath. Scrubbing away the sweat and sea which had built up for the near weak at sea. “Hm… perhaps everything could use a good washing…” she muttered softly to herself as she clipped her belt into place, her worn sweat stained clothes changed for some clean and more fitted attire. Not exactly meant for working but Cameron wasn’t really looking to do much work, at least for tonight. Taking a deep breath she picked up her captains coat and simply draped it over her shoulder before placing her hat back on her head. As much as she wanted to hide away in the bath for a little while longer time kept moving and the world waited for no one. Cameron wandered out of the bath house towards the front at the very least feeling much better than when she entered.

“Did you enjoy your bath?” The hostess spoke up seeing the captain enter again.
“Yes it was absolutely delightful.” Cameron grinned, “Something definitely worth spreading the word about.” she winked playfully causing the Hostess to giggled. Before any words could be exchanged however the doors opened and a familiar sighed emerged from the corridor. While not fully recovered and back to her old self Cameron could definitely see the sultry siren for who she really was now that the muck a grime was cleared away. “Well you certainly look much better.” Cameron commented with a grin unable to help herself. The blond chuckled a bit hearing the more playful side of Morgause starting to show through. “Ah well I was feeling a bit peckish myself, perhaps a meal wouldn’t be a bad idea.” She offered her hand before the two left the bathhouse to find a good place to eat.

[Kharmin]

Morgause paused as an awkward silence descended upon her and Cameron at the offer of the captain's hand. She looked into Cameron's eyes as she tried to judge the intention but was uncertain. It had been six long months apart from each other and although Morgause pined for and lived each breath for the chance to be with her paramour once again, the eyes that she looked into offered no similar emotion. Once, Morgause felt it was easy to read her captain but it seemed that proverbial ship had sailed just like the night in Lucia when the Wind's Will escaped the naval assault without her.

With a tentative step, Morgause moved closer to Cameron and snaked her arm around the captain's arm. "Thank you," she said as her emaciated weight leaned in to the blonde. "I'm still weak of foot and could use the extra support."

Her statement was emphasized as they made their way into town from the bathhouse. Morgause's stride was short and slowed although not to the pace of an elderly woman. Still, oft times she clung to Cameron's arm as she stumbled or her legs unexpectedly gave out. The steam from the bath had done wonders for her chest and lungs. Morgause still had her fits of coughing, but the were less often and less severe.

Each setback, though, was met with an almost inaudible curse, and each time Morgause apologized to Cameron for her sorry state. She tried to give the captain a smile but her green eyes simply weren't up to the task.

Finally, laboriously, they arrived at one of the mid-town taverns. They entered the two-story establishment with a slate roof which was typical for the town. Morgause resisted the temptation to use her ability to adjust her vision in the darkened room against the afternoon sun; instead, she trusted her escort to find a serviceable table.

The scent of too many unwashed bodies lazed in the air but was easily overridden by the smells that came from the kitchen. Fresh bread mingled with roasted pork, baked fish and a strong, vegetable stew or soup all assaulted their hunger.

Conversations nearer to them stopped upon their entry as the locals turned to see who had arrived. Seeing strangers, the buzz of whispers and rumors immediately started. Morgause attempted to stand up straighter to utilize her more physical assets and she smiled at the attention. "At last," she said a bit louder than her normal volume, "we've found the place." She turned to Cameron, "See? I told you that this was the best tavern in town."

Morgause's statement was met with grumbling assent from the locals, and they returned their attention to their drinks and meals.

She lowered her voice, "Now, if you would be so kind, please find us a place to sit before I collapse and you have to carry me."

[Shura]

Cameron walked a long side Morgause worried for the woman but trying not to hover. She would pause when the woman needed it giving her time to breath and assuring her that there was no trouble. The bath had done wonders for the Captain overall who was at least able to breath and relax instead of the constant feeling of being rushed. Once in the bar however The captain looked around her lax and carefree stance tensing slightly as the gaze received by many of the local patrons. She silently quirked a brow to the rest of the patrong silently wondering why so many were on edge before pushing it off in her mind and looking to Morgause, “One table coming right up.” she chuckled a bit before leading the way to a table away from most of the others giving them some sense of privacy and shielding them from any lingering eyes. The last thing she wanted was trouble on her night off. “This place is rather nice though.” she commented glancing around the hall. The light of the slowly setting sun casting the room in a warm glow which was relaxing over all. “Let hope the food is as good as it is rumored to be.” She saw caught the eye of a bar made making her rounds at the different tables.

The busty blond sauntered her way over with a slightly exaggerated sway to her hips. “How may I be of some help.” she offered with a friendly smile which was a bright spot in the dower disposition of the patrons.

“If you have any kind of Ail that would be great.” Cameron replied with an equally friendly smile.

[Kharmin]

Morguase observed the serving maid's approach and the manner in which she flaunted her considerable assets. She smirked at the display without recalling her own, tight linen shirt. Still, the girl seemed pleasant enough.

"Ale would be welcome," Morgause agreed, "the darker, the better. Also, some of that wonderful vegetable soup or stew would be fantastic. Oh! And some bread, too."

A few minutes' silence passed as Morgause's gaze passed unfocused over the crowd. The patrons, having pretty much ignored the newcomers by now, sat and talked among themselves in comfortable familiarity. A young lad in a smock was deftly working his way through the crowd as he lit the various candles and lamps to push back the impending darkness that had begun to settle in the room at the sun's setting.

Quickly, the room took on a different ambiance as flickering light dominated. Across the room from them, near to one end of the bar, another young man took out a guitar and began tuning it. Lamp oil odor permeated the foods scents but didn't detract from it.

Their meal and ale arrived with the same joviality as their order was taken and Morgause didn't hesitate. She paced herself, but dove into the stew with vigor, forgetting that she had bathed and the dribbling down her chin would now be plainly obvious.

She tore some bread from the small loaf and sopped it in the stew before eating it. For now, her ale was ignored as the meal dominated her attention. Time passed in their mutual silence; for Morgause's part, she was hesitant and uncertain what to say to Cameron. She had already made her case when locked in the brig and felt that she had a fair comprehension of where she stood in the captain's eyes.

It was a depressing revelation, but one that Morgause had known before her capture but was unwilling to accept: the ship would always be Cameron's one, true love. Morgause had hoped to supplant that affection and, for a time, thought that she might.

It was a fantasy that Morgause could no longer afford to believe in. Her capture by the navy began a whole new reality, one in which she had personally become painfully aware of its consequences.

She coughed and a small fit overtook her for a moment. Once it passed, she took a long pull from her tankard and looked across the table at the woman who held her heart.

"So, captain," Morgause said in her soft voices still rough from her coughing, "where do we go from here?" It was a question calculated with multiple meanings and the answer given would help Morgause understand more fully her new reality.

[Shura]

The mutual silence during the meal made the captain a little unnerved but it was not completely unwelcome. The background noise and trickling of music kept the atmosphere light and the delicious food was a wonderful distraction. Cameron couldn’t really complain as she enjoyed her hearty stew as well. Weeks of water down broth and stale bread had started to get old fast. The beef in the stew was a genuinely rare treat. The blond took a long drink of her ale before pausing as Morgause spoke up. She set the tankard down before leaning back in her chair. “Hm… metaphorically or literally?” The captain questioned with a bit of a cheeky smirk. “Honestly after this it’s back to the ship… tomorrow is a long day trying to get the ship back into sailing condition. After that… I have a few places we can go. Most of them involved trying to find other pirates to inform what is going on.” She muttered taking another sip of her ale “As for us… well… it is a little weird. We have history… but are starting over. I would like to at least remain on friendly terms. More so I believe you would have my back in a fight… so we can at least trust each other. After that though… it… is a matter to see how things pan out.” The captain explained knowing full well that any further plans would leave her blind to the other possibilities out there. “There are too many variables at the moment to really account for what will happen in a few days… let alone weeks from now… as much as I would like to say we would be perfectly fine… the Navy is has started targeting my ship since we have been sinking quite a few of theirs.” She muttered softly as she stared down at the rough wooden table tilting her tankard from side to side sloshing the ale inside pensively.

[Kharmin]

Morgause watched and listened as Cameron spoke. The captain seemed more confident, more centered and sure than she had remembered. Not that Cameron wasn't these things before; rather, it was more open and obvious to Morgause that she had a renewed focus. Morgause allowed a slight grin in favor of Cameron's small victory at becoming the captain that the blonde had intended to be.

She laid her cheek on her hand and with her elbows on the table she looked down at the empty soup bowl and absently tapped her spoon at the bottom. Her red hair slipped from its perch behind her ear and spilled down to partially cover her visage. Green eyes, half-lidded in the relative darkness of the tavern, regarded Cameron from under the safety of the veil of hair before them. As the captain spoke of her interpretation of the status of their relationship, Morgause lightly sighed.

"Of course I have your back," she muttered in response. Starting over would be difficult if not neigh impossible. How could one suppress the emotions and desires that they had shared in the past? Morgause wondered if her proximity to Cameron right now stirred any urges as they did within herself or had Cameron managed to somehow block or ignore it.

Things would never be the same, could never be the same between them. Morgause worried that she might, someday, have to find solace within another knowing full well that she would never be able to love someone the way that she loved Cameron. It was a constant torment in her breast that she did her utmost to keep hidden from the captain. Her eyes, though, would tell a different story which is why Morgause allowed them their security behind her spilled hair.

Cameron had made her decision and Morgause would honor it. Her love for the captain would allow her to do no less. She would focus on the present, not the future as Morgause never really had a future anyway until Cameron. Now, with things in this awkward state of flux, Morgause was once again left without direction going forward whereas before her capture she at least had an idea of what her future could hold with Cameron.

She looked down and hid her eyes. Such thoughts of the future – any future – were folly. Perhaps her view was what pushed Cameron so quickly into a relationship with her? Morgause selfishly thought only of the present, she always had with people trying to kill her chasing her daily. To be honest, her only safety had been on board the Cordelia-Marie; her gamble that the blue-eyed woman wouldn't attack the Navy had worked. But now?

Morgause dropped her spoon into the bowl. The dark ale on a stomach empty for the past six months had done much to infuse her current melancholy. She wiped her eyes, sat back and raked her hair out of her face.

"Captain," she said, "I thank you for both the bath and this wonderful repast; however, perhaps I have once again kept you too long from the ship."

Morgause stood on unsteady legs still fatigued from her ordeal. "Lead the way," she said.

As she stood, three of the local men sauntered over with mugs in their hands. "Hey, now," the one in the center said. He stood a good head taller than Morgause and sported several days' growth of beard on his face. Black hair and deep, dark eyes complimented what might have been a reasonably attractive face years before but now in his older age had lost their luster. "Where d'ya think you're going? Me and the lads were just coming over to spend some quality time with you. I'm sure we could make it worth your while."

[Shura]

Cameron observed Morgause as she sipped her ale the hair falling over her eyes hiding most of her face in the dim light. Internally the captain debated how much to tell Morgause. The last thing she wanted to do was show how low she had fallen after their separation. She still wanted the mysterious siren to at least believe that she was capable and confident. Still the captain couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss or dejection. As much as Cameron wanted to at least start slow and build their relationship there was still hope for future. Or at least that's what she was hoping for. The blond scratched the back of her head tipping the hat forward a moment to shade her own pensive face.

Finding some sense of resolve to at least reveal a little of what happened Cameron looked up to meet the woman's eyes about to speak before Morgause beat her to the punch suggesting they head back to the shop. “I… uh… there is no rush honestly… we have the rest of the night off.” The captain replied trying not to rush their evening, she was enjoying her time off for once. Before she could suggest anything two newcomers wandered over to their table. The captain visibly bristled for a moment catching the tone the two men were suggesting but did not immediately. “Aye… though I think any quality time would end in a bad case of the flees.” Cameron spoke up with a quirked brow.

[Kharmin]

The man on the left reached for a knife sheathed on his belt. "You gonna let him talk at you like that?" he asked the man in the center. The man in the middle gently placed his hand on his associate's arm which forestalled him drawing his weapon. He then nodded to his friend on the other side who grabbed Morgause by her elbow.

"There's three of us and one of him," the apparent leader said from the security of his flanking cohorts. "Nothing he can do; there's no use in bloodying the floor." He looked at Cameron. "Right, friend?"

Morgause tried to pull her arm free, but her weakened state made a mockery of the attempt. "Honestly," she growled in her low voice, "can't a girl have a decent meal and a drink without all of this bother?"

The leader reached over and pinched her jaw in his strong fingers. He stared hard into Morgause's green eyes. "Lady, I will treat you much nicer than your current beau," he said with a wry grin.

Morgause's eye lightened and she returned a sneer, "At least you called me a lady," she said and tore her face away from his grip.

The man holding her moved behind Morgause and grasped both of her arms. "Come now, miss," he whispered in her ear. His alcohol breath reeked past her face. "Fightin' only makes it less pleasurable."

The leader tossed a small handful of coins onto the table. He looked at Cameron and said, "This should cover your meal with some left over for a few more pints. Enjoy your evening."

[Shura]

The minute one of the men touched Morgause Cameron calm posture tensed. A very visible fire was sparked. The continued behavior of the thugs only serve to further push the Captains temper. With narrowed eyes Cameron stood up from her seat. “I would be one hell of a poor fool to let you thugs do as you with. I have a little more respect and honor.” she spoke a distinct growl to her voice. A distinct eerie blue glow could be seen on the inside of her forearm from under her coat. The thin rail frame started to swell with energy as the petite frame bulked out to an impressive size as even her height grew to a few inches taller than the leader. The clothes which had been lose on the captain's friend was now stretched over an impressive display of muscle. Cameron put his hand on the blades as he looked down at the three men with a rather intimidating glare to rival that of Hannibal. “Let the lady go, I would hate to ruin the floor of this place with you’re blood.” he growled.

[Kharmin]

Morgause watched the anger increase in Cameron as the captain stood and grew more sizeable with her power. "Here now gentlemen, there's no need for all of this fuss over little ol' me," she started, but was cut off when the man who held her smartly cuffed the back of her head.

"Quiet, you," he hissed and grasped her tighter. Morgause winced as the strong fingers dug into her arms.

The other guy on the leader's left took a slight step back and started to draw his knife again, but the leader grasped the man's wrist and firmly re-sheathed it. "Leave it be," the leader said as he sized up Cameron. His eyes showed neither fear nor intimidation; rather, they were scheming. "Let her go," he commanded the other. "He's one of them."

The man released Morgause with a shove toward the table into which she stumbled and almost caused it to overturn. Bowls, mugs and the coins spilled from atop of it as she worked to keep from falling.

"Keep the coins," the leader said as he slowly backed away with his minions in tow. After a few, calculated steps away they turned and walked off.

Morgause had managed to steady the table and begun to retrieve the items from the floor. "You have my thanks again, my captain," her quiet voice barely audible over the din of the tavern. She scooped the coins from the floor and laid them on the table. As she did, her rune on her hand softly glowed as she looked in the direction of the thugs. Her vision cleared the relative darkness of the tavern and zoomed in through the crowd. She watched as the man grouped a few more to him. His furtive glance toward Cameron was worrisome. The rune faded.

"Captain, I think we've overstayed our welcome in this fine establishment," she cautioned with a slight nod in the thugs' direction.

[Shura]

Cameron narrowed his eyes as the men left still feeling weary to say the least. “Sharme… this was a really good meal.” He grumbled before shaking his head then looking to morgause with a slight smile. “At least we got to finish our food. Perhaps heading back wouldn’t be a bad idea.” he said keeping his more intimidating form as the two simply exited the tavern without much of a fuss or headache. “Some people have no manners…” He grumbled softly as they exited the tavern he stepped aside glancing around the streets as several people waked back and forth assessing the situation as a whole. It would not surprise him one bit if the men decided that it would be a good idea to jump them on the way back from the docks. Putting his pointer and thumb between his lips and blew hard in three short burst causing a sharp whistle to cut through the air. Several people perked up naturally to see where the sharp sound was coming from but from the crowd a hand full of people emerged all members of the crew.

“What be the problem cap?” a curly haired older teen spoke up.
“Eh just some rude locals who took an issue with me tonight. Rather not have a scene the first night we’re here. Would ruin the good spirits.” The captain explained with a small smirk. It was obvious the captain was trying to make light of an otherwise tense situation Several of the crew mates around the pair chuckled and shared a similar smirk.

“Och, Ye think the fools would no not to mess with our great captain! The’re lucky ye let ‘em off easy.” A rather tall and well built man spoke up his words slightly slurred making it obvious he had been drinking but he at least seem to keep his wits about him. “Eh gettin’ late already. We were about to head back anyway.”

“Wonderful we can all head back together then!” Cameron suggested making one last glance back into the bar seeing a few of the men glancing at them through one of the dusty windows looking fairly annoyed. Cameron just gave a smirk before motioning for everyone to move out and the group of seven or so started to head back to the ship the crew members continuing on their banter and teasing obviously all intoxicated to different degrees but still on their best behavior.

[Kharmin]

Morgause was more than happy to leave the tavern and the lecherous men behind. She still felt so weak and it disturbed her that she had to rely on Cameron – again – to keep her out of a scrape. She wasn't about to re-hash the last fight the two of them had been in as it had almost killed them both. True, the recovery at times was delightful but Morgause wasn't quite so willing to return to that state of being. It was difficult enough to be in such a weakened state right now that she hated herself for having been put in that position.

The meal and bath had done wonders for her psyche, but her physical strength would need time and patience before it returned in full. Morgause was dedicated to her art and had already begun to work out a regimen for her full recovery.

The additional crew from the ship gave her a small sense of security as they worked their way through the crowd to the Wind's Will. It had been too soon for Morgause to get any idea of how the crew truly felt about her all of which brought up a delicate topic that she knew had to be addressed.

"Captain," Morgause said lowly, "please tell me that Tomas recovered my bow when I was rescued. I would feel much more comfortable with it, provided of course that you trust me with it. It ... it is the only thing that I have left now, since the navy took everything else from me." Her hand unconsciously drifted to her nape where the necklace Cameron had given her was missing – the same one she vowed never to remove. If only Cameron knew how hard she had fought the commodore before he wrested it from her neck, breaking the chain as he did.

Safely back on board the ship, Morgause moved to her old position at the stern, well behind the helm. Since being freed from the brig, she was very hesitant to go back below decks; the memories there and in the bilge of the Cordelia-Marie were still too raw. She clasped her hands over her arms and hugged herself as she refused the temptation of the tears that welled in her green eyes.

[Shura]

Cameron looked to Morgause as she spoke up before giving a small smile. “In raiding the ship we were able to recover a few things including your bow and arrows.” The captain assured with a nod before noting the woman grasping for the area by her neck and realized what she was missing. “I’m sure we can slowly rebuild your belongings again.” She smiled as they moved onto the boat. The captain thanked the crew for walking back with them before waving as they walked off to enjoy the rest of their night and settle in. Cameron sighed soft before looking to Morgause debating whether or not to bring up their conversation from the tavern. “If I let it linger… then things will be more awkward…” The blond scratched the back of her head her from deflating back to normal. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked up to the helm of the ship. “Hmmm at least the night ended well.” The woman groaned softly arching her back. There was a few audible pops before the tension released in her body. With a satisfied sighed she let her arms drop to her sides. “Hm I could give you some of the belongings I retrieved back. I have them stored in my quarters if you will accompany. There… is still something I want to talk to you about.”

[Kharmin]

Morgause nodded almost submissively at Cameron's suggestion. It had been a long, trying day and the emotions that continued to storm and eddy within the sniper had taken an exhausting toll. She wiped away tears yet unfallen from her green eyes and took a firm hold on the railing as she managed her way down the stairs from the helm to the main deck.

She tried to ignore that disappointing stare of daggers launched in her back from Hannibal when she passed by the burly first mate and realized that her path did not go unnoticed from others of the crew who lounged on deck.

Only her shuffled steps echoed lightly in the still, evening air. The blocks and pulleys hung loose and motionless in their rest with no wind to stir them, and even the sounds on the docks seemed more hushed. Morgause cringed slightly at the world's attention on her movements toward the captain's cabin and she worried that the moment was an ominous omen of things to come.

They passed down a short hall to the room and Morgause paused at the entrance. So many memories in such a short span slammed against her and sought to overwhelm her fragile state. She placed her hand on the door frame and held her breath.

Nothing in the room had changed from her memories. The same table, covered with charts and maps, dominated the space with two chairs that accompanied it. The shelves were still lined with small books, tomes and other knick-knacks. Across the room from the door where she stood was the captain's bed and the singular focus of Morgause's attention. She allowed a small smirk at the covers being unmade – the state of which she would never have allowed.

Her spirit engulfed in apprehension, Morgause eased into the cabin. She left the door opened wide to avoid any impropriety that rumors might start had it been allowed to close. Her feet were steady on the floor as the Wind's Will eased from side to side against the push and pull of the small waves of the half-crescent moon's influence.

Morgause waited for Cameron, afraid to speak lest she say things best left for a more hopeful, future time.

[Shura]

The two moved into the captains room which was still more or less the same from months ago. There was a larger collections of goods, trophies from her successful plunders and raids.Most were the forms of crated goods, alcohol and gold. There were scrolls of parchment rolled up in a corner mixed with maps on the captain's table where some water a rag for washing up along with some plates from an earlier meal. “Eh… forgot to clean up earlier…” Cameron scratched the back of her head as she made her way over to the pile of goods that had been stocked up. “Hm… I know it’s here some- ah here it is.” she said pulling out the bow and quiver from the pile along with a small canvas sack. “We managed to recover quite a bit from the commodores ship. He had quite the collection of riches in his quarters… it’ll be more than enough to pay for the repairs to this ship.” she mused a loud as she returned to Morgause a gentle warm smile on her lips. Her posture was open and relaxed as she gave off a friendly aura. “Probably best if you kept this by your side just in case we see the Navy again.” she offered the sharpshooter her weapon back. “I also recovered this… figured you would like it back.” she held out a small sack.