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Isabelle went silent. “I can’t think of anything.” She grew a little angry at herself as she sat there. “I honesty can’t think of anything, my mind’s gone blank.” She frowned as she looked up at Cora.
“Figure that out, and the rest will come to you,” she promised. She knew what it was to lose oneself; after all, on the pirate ship, it had been her who was the lost one.
“Then what do you suggest I start with?”
“What is something you’ve always admired?”
The shop was busy in mid-day, and Matthias hung back, waiting for some of the crowds to thin. Still, his large dark eyes seemed to absorb everything, fingers itching to draw the odd jars and dried items, memorizing quietly the proffered cure when someone came in with an ailment. His sketchbook and charcoal remained safely tucked away in his coat, however, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, just soaking up all the knowledge he could manage.
Only being addressed directly shocked him out of his reverie. He flushed, and glanced over to the dark-haired woman, apologetic. “S-sorry,” he told her quietly. “If I’m g-getting in the w-way, I’ll leave.”
With their world descending into chaos, injuries spread rampant throughout the island. People sought after help for whatever they could -- bloody noses, broken ribs, nightmares. The small apothecary was the beating heart of Tortuga, and Cora was at the center of it. Faces, both familiar and unfamiliar, blurred together in a mosaic of cures.
At first, she didn’t notice that one of the young men never sought help. He merely stood apart from the rest, and as the influx of people finally began to thin, she pressed her lips into a line and motioned for him forward. “Do you think to steal from me, or do you hope to learn something from skulking in the shadows?”
“What else can I do?” Isabelle looked at her. “All I know is fishing and pirating.”
“All I knew was healing before I was taught to kill just as well. We have not aged in twenty years, Isabelle. There is no shortness of time to learn new things.”
In A Week {Avery + Cora}
There was so much that ran within Avery’s mind at any given point. Memories of what had been, thoughts of what was going to be. They overwhelmed her and consumed her on the worst of days. It was childlike hope that made her think that she could forget the atrocities of her past. She was tired of the ghosts, tired of the fact they haunted her. “I had once wished to be a bird. I thought it was foolish then but now it doesn’t sound so bad. At least the birds can leave.” She sighed almost wistfully as she smiled at Cora.
“There are inspirations in everything. It is just about finding them. Some days it is easier to see them and allow them to influence.” She replied easily with a lazy shrug. An easy grin made it’s way across her lips at the mention of a familiar ship. “Avery Ainsworth. Quartermaster of the Tempest, though not anymore I would suppose. Now, I do nothing of importance.”
“It is not foolish. They say to be a pirate is to be free, but we cannot fly. We cannot do anything more than count on the instruments we build to do our magic for us.” They were limited by their own forms, but if they could expand beyond that, there was no limit to what they could do. She used to believe it was possible, but on Tortuga, hope curled into the form of her son; there was no room for anything else. “Birds carry within themselves natural beauty that we all long for.”
“So long as you are doing what makes you smile, you are doing something of importance. There are not enough simple, happy people in the world.” Her brow quirked upward at the mention of the Tempest, however. “Quartermaster is an impressive title nonetheless.”
“If I grew sick of them I’d be in trouble.” Isabelle smiled at her.
“There is plenty of time to reconsider occupations, non?”
Ay, this I can understand. I appreciate your words though, you are a new face to me. I’m Aileen. It’s a pleasure to meet someone with an ounce of knowledge in their head.
Cora Monae. You have an air of someone different about you. Have you been here long then?
Stitches || Cora + Capo
For an island so small, Tortuga could be surprisingly vast. And pirates were pirates after all, free in spirit if not in body. Adventure called to them like a tantalising mistress and without a common goal to bind them together, they tended to drift their separate ways. Men and women who he’d seen most every day for years seemed to vanish into thin air. With some of his crew it was like meeting a stranger you’d only heard about, others a casual acquaintance or a mutual friend.
Even with someone like Cora, well. There was only so many times one needed to enter an apothecary a year and Capo was far too good at holding himself together, stitching himself up. Besides, he knew of her distaste of most of her fellow crew members and he figured he’d best keep his distance from one who had the potential to kill with a scratch. However, even some things needed more than a needle and a steady hand.
In his defence, if the boy was stupid enough to climb Capo’s roof of all things then he really shouldn’t be surprised when a bullet hit the side of his leg. Or when he came crashing down into the sand below. Pushing open the door of Cora’s shop he threw his gaze around the room before settling on the person he’d came for. “Well Cora, if it isn’t lovely to see you,” he said, a smile on his face. “Your presence, as always, is a sight for sore eyes.”
Cora immediately narrowed her eyes at he sight of Capo. Such visits were rarely pleasant things, verging into the territory of needing something. Their entire relationship could be traced back to the other holding a skill or tool that was a necessity to the other. She continued onward with her organization of the different medications, as if he was no greater than a fly who had decided to land on her shoulder.
“Manners, mon chéri, remain among your more impressive traits.” The barest hint of a smile tugged at her features. Despite her personal feeling for the man or the crew she had been apart of, they had been her world for several years. It was not a connection as easily lost as everyone liked to believe. “What is it you want then? You may find I charge you triple if you aren’t careful.”
So this is what I have to look forward too- An onslaught of those who are incompetent in knowledge. Does anyone here possess the skills of an educated tongue, not a silver one.
I’ve often found silver tongues turn to lead when questioned enough -- especially here.
Well, I’d certainly take the blame for starting the staring if you’re too shy to own up to it. A beauty such as yourself should always be gazed upon.
[She rolled her eyes at his words.] And I stare, because a stranger such as yourself isn’t to be trusted. I assume you came in on one of the ships?
“Two sides of the same coin.”
“If you are done insulting me Cora I have work to attend to.”
“Insulting you? This is not me insulting you, mon amour.” She waved him off. “Go your separate way then.”
”I consider all places an opportunity madam. It is only a matter of recognising those opportunities and seizing it in an appropriate matter and a timely fashion.”
“Then you clearly have not been here long.”
“Yes actually.” Isabelle looked at her. “There are patterns. Certain fish seem to gather in certain places at certain times.” She smiled slightly. “It makes our job a lot easier.”
“I’m merely shocked you haven’t grown sick of fish yet.”
And what trend are you speaking of?
The staring. Certainly, someone had to begin in, non?
“Don’t blame me for thinking everyone’s sneaking around…old habits die hard.” Isabelle smiled at the Cora as she watched trying to keep warm. “I wouldn’t say I was lonely. I’m working.” She showed her the map. “Nothing amazing just plotting fish.”
“I suppose I can hardly blame you whenever everyone is sneaking around.” Cora looked at the map curiously. It hardly made any sense to her, but there was a discernible pattern the other woman seemed to understand. “Any luck?”
In A Week {Avery + Cora}
Avery laughed as she moved to sit up, the wind whipping her hair lightly about her face. The woman that had crept up on her was not one she’d known. Not from her time on Tortuga or her time on Polaris. Which, she supposed, was quite strange. An island unit as close as the one’s she had experienced surely should have known each inhabitant if not intimately or at least by name. However, this woman, was nothing more than a mystery to Avery.
“If only one could forget, yes?” She sighed almost airily, as she turned her attention back to the horizon. What she wouldn’t give to be ignorant of her time spent marooned, to not have to live with the ghosts of that damned island every day. “All of these islands are the same once we’ve been on them long enough. But at least this one has better comforts than the previous one did.”
A slight blush coated her cheeks at the compliment, still not quite used to the compliments of others. “Thank you, love. It has been quite some times since inspiration has come to me,” she smiled politely even as she stretched her arms above her head, groaning softly as she felt her bones pop pleasantly. “Tell me. You’re face is not one I’m familiar with, who might you be?”
Forget... Did Cora want to do such a thing? To forget the dreadful things that occurred would be to forget a piece of herself, which was a thought she could not even entertain. When ghosts haunted you long enough, you became a ghost yourself, and it was far more comfortable to remain among them. She smiled politely at the words, not quite meeting the woman’s gaze. “I imagine all cages look the same to the birds locked within -- not that we are birds.” No, even caged birds had more freedom than them.
“This place inspires you?” It was beautiful, she supposed, in its own way, but twenty years had robbed her of her ability to see it as such. She had never truly belonged on the ocean; her heart was in open fields and tall trees. “I am Cora Monae. Once upon a time, I was on the Lustful Secret, but now, I merely work in the apothecary shop.”
Mireya took a long drag on her cigarette before nodding her head. “True. If they’re on the island, we’ll be able to cope. We’ve always managed before. We will manage again.” She took a drink from the tankard before her. “Let us not worry of such things.” She returned the womans smile.
“Worry does nothing more than cause strain,” she returned, although for whether or not she actually agreed with that sentiment was uncertain. “You haven’t been getting into too much trouble, have you?”
