A Lady and a Pirate
( ❀ billy. )
Well that isn’t at all what he hoped her to say, but he hides that as best he can. He knows this plan of Flint’s is thin and hanging by strings; but it is the only one they had that had any hope. What with the navy encamped so close to Nassau; readying to strike.
“Well if anyone can talk a man into doing anything, it’s the captain. Suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Her apparently genuine concern for the well being of the crew is something that takes him by surprise.To one such as Abigail Ashe the lot of them should be monsters. Monsters currently seeing her safely home, but monsters none the less. Still he gives a small nod, in the wake of her request.
“Most of us will die first, miss.”
The words are quiet, said in an almost passing way as arms unfold and he turns about to face the railing. Hands settling atop it, gaze fixated on the ocean beyond them. Content to simply stand there beside her for a while longer before his duties saw him signalling shift changes.
But then she had gasped and nearly jumped back. And Billy is rather quick to center his attention upon her again. A smile cracking his features with a small chuckle slipping out. Turning to face her again, an elbow leaned against the railing, a sharp clicking noise issued in the wake of his laugh. One that has the weasel chirping in response. Weaving about his arm, and settling between it and his chest. Peering at Abigail almost curiously.
“Sorry if he scared you. He’s been a bit more ill tempered as of late.”
❀ ———– Abigail smiled, tilting forward to rest with her palms against her dress to get a better look at the creature, though she still kept her distance so as not to upset it. It was a nice distraction from the pang upon hearing him say he’d rather die. As she turned to look up at Billy, her cheeks flushed bright red when she realised he was staring at her, his laugh causing butterflies alight in her stomach; she tried even harder not to notice how nice he looked in the bright sunshine. It suited him, she had to admit, far more than the dreary grey of fog and rain back home in London.
“Oh, no, not at all! Just caught me a bit by surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see him.”
Standing back upright, she felt more relieved; he might have startled her, but the moment had gone a long way towards easing the slight discomfort between them and she was entirely too grateful for that.
“Does he have a name?”
