She wonders through the ship, most men were asleep, there were two or three taking vigil. She made sure to avoid them. This is a pirate ship for sure...And that make some images and memories reassurect from the dark corners of Anais’s mind. Fear, anger, sorrow...Sometimes some good memories found they’re way into her, the mix of good and bad thoughts made her quiver. She liked to just observe.
It has been so lonely for her, wondering the sea, it wasn't so easy finding ships and the one she finds she has never dared to talk nor interact with no one. Maybe this night it’d be different.
She sneaked her way into the captain’s cabin, a men saw a flicker of the end of her dress when she passed, but took no major interest in it “It was probably nothing, I’m seeing things.” He said as he were longing for a nap.
She entered the cabin, closing the door gently. It smelled of incense,booze and old wood, and it didn’t bother her, actually it made her feel comfortable. She approaches a big table, maps and navigation gadgets on top of it, a dagger was stabing the wood, bottles of rum (some were empty) scatered around it and on the ground.
“I wonder if he’s friendly.” She thought hoping to not scare whoever owned this cabin and ship. She lost herself while curiously exploring the cabins drawers, papers and letters, boxes...Its been a while since she actually let herself feel or touch anything.
Then she heard a footstep.