Calm Seas/closed rp
There was a clear look of confusion on the voodoo priestess' face as the unmistakable thud of a familiar pair of boots caused her to stare across the cluttered room. The glow from the candles sputtered and flickered in the draft from the open door, casting strange dancing shapes across the walls and ceiling from which a plethora of jars and bottles were strung. Their contents were dark and viscous things, some even pulsed as though alive despite looking dead and rotting. The pirate's broad reflection mirrored in the dull glass of their containers as he moved further into the shack.
In a concerted effort to mask her surprise, Tia's face flickered from confusion to mild irritation, a look she had mastered all too easily over the years.
"Hector Barbossa" each syllable rolled off her tongue as she peered up at him from behind her bureau, a broad smile chasing away her furrowed brow so that she appeared as friendly as if she were welcoming a neighbour asking for a cup of sugar or pellets for his pet monkey.
"I 'ope dat de four winds were not too brutal as dey sent you my way once more?" Her broad smile barely wavered as she spoke despite the concern churning around her mind. It was deeply disconcerting that she hadn't even sensed his approach, not even the water ripples in the wake of his boat had stirred an alarm. The not knowing of when or why he was visiting made her feel cold to the bone, it seemed that every single morsel of power she had left was now either gone or not working as it should and she could not fathom why.
