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Saoirse had been standing on the deck for less than five minutes, before she saw the Captain make his grand entrance. And though her pride didn’t let her admit it aloud, she found his acrobatics to be quite… charming? “No, now is not the time to be thinking like that!” She mentally chided herself, while half-listening to the brunette who was now bellowing out orders. He was nothing like she had ever seen in her twenty years of living, confidant, intelligent—yes, but that does not give her the right to ogle him so! He was a criminal—a kidnapper! And while she was aided him in his shoddy tactics, she would not stoop to carrying out his every whim just because he had a nice face.

Holding her head up high, just like she was taught by the many aristocratic children she used to know, Saoirse opened her mouth to ask Marquet about the prisoner. Surely, he didn’t expect her to check on the lass without any insight as to why she was in chains, in the first place. “She could be a murderer for all I know!”

Wringing her hands together as she tried to find her voice, Saoirse quickly gave up. After all, how did she suppose she was going to ask him such a preposterous question? She should already know, shouldn’t she? If there was one thing she knew about the captain was that he wasn’t sneaky… a hostage taker, yes--but, a deceiver… okay, that was a maybe at best.

“I’ll go.” Saoirse spoke up, loud enough that her voice carried over across the entirety of the deck. Turning on her heel, the brunette gathered up the fabric of her dress to the hem, and scurried off to the hold. If there was one thing she didn’t expect, it was being recruited to sail the seven seas. And good lord, she was going to do so in a dress? Said dress being a pale, baby blue with white lace trimming, a low cut neckline; a typical French design, and was topped off with a cream-colored corset. Quite frankly, she was dressed a little regal for a lady pirate, but it was what she was wearing at the time, so she didn’t have room to be self-conscious. "Tch, pirate..." She spat, as if the word was a swear. If anyone had told her that a few years ago, she would have laughed in their face.

“The sailor’s life is the life for me.” Saoirse said in a morose tone, as she reached her hands into her thick, unruly chocolate brown curls to tie them in a ponytail. By time she had finished wrapping a red ribbon around the bundle of hair, she had arrived at the prisoner’s temporary cell. “Captain said to check on you.” She announced, as she opened the rickety wooden door that led into the cargo hold. Dark green eyes widened with surprise when she took in the sight of the girl; chained, exhausted. She looked terrible! “Good lord! Are you okay?” Saoirse asked, warily approaching the maltreated youth. “Have you had any water--Anything at all?” To say that the brunette was surprised was the understatement of the season.

(Well...? What do you think?)