06-14-2016, 02:29 AM
Clark felt a lot better as he helped his fellow men with the sails and even took over the wheel for a couple of minutes. There was definitely a reason why he preferred the open sea more than anything; just breathing it in was a little therapeutic. Clearing his head, he made his way back to his cabin, where he was in a much better mood to deal with the princess at least. Opening the door, he found her on the floor again, but with a different sort of chest in front of her. He made a look, peered over at Davey next to him, and shrugged. What good is it to berate her for leaving the room? Even he admitted that it was stuffy.
The food had been cleared out, the table now full of more simpler foods for a midday eating. Crackers and a couple of fruits were centered on the table. Clark decided that some wine would work well with this beautiful weather. The storm would be something that he'd have to deal with later, he might as well enjoy what peace he had.
He walked over to the princess, wine bottle in hand, and looked at what the chest offered. There were books and thread, which the princess was working at for a while now. He frowned at how rowdy his men got with the chest that she had before her. While all they wanted was treasure, they could've showed some decency with items such as these. Clark remained silent as he sipped at his wine, frowning at how he hadn't felt the alcohol working its magic quite yet.
Ariel turned to look at him as he patted her shoulder. Gerard looked a bit strange through inebriated eyes. Maybe even handsome? She laughed at her own thoughts, what was she thinking, musing to herself how handsome her captor was. "If you play your cards right, I won't only be hiding in here with you," she flirted, her voice getting a little bit too high, as it always does whenever she was like this. She cleared her throat as she began to get increasingly tired. The lack of sleep was starting to get to her.
She started to press on his chest (careful with the stitches in the back of her mind), and pushed him down so that he was on the cot, knocking the plate down. Ariel could barely hear anything else other than the sound of her heartbeat, a sensation she hadn't felt in weeks. Ariel had been clean, up until this point. Her face neared his, her eyes narrowing. She had started her usual routine with him, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck, a trick that she always used in her time at the whorehouse. The whorehouse. She stopped and shook her head, the shaking making her head swim more than in should. "I... I'm sorry."
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