@finnpryce (continued from here)
Genevieve laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve heard worse” she teased. “A lot fucking worse” she added, in an effort to put him at ease. She’d been raised to be a lady. But becoming a pirate - and living with other pirates - meant she’d long since gotten used to hearing people curse. Anybody who thought sailors swore too often would have been appalled at being around pirates. “Were you lost in thought, or just enjoying the water?” she asked him as she shifted slightly, trying to get the most comfortable position possible. She shook her head at his question. “Not really. But I just got done doing inventory in the warehouse and it feels good to relax.” Genevieve didn’t often feel as old as she was, but bending over to do inventory and move boxes around sometimes reminded her of her age. Not that she would ever admit as much. “How have you been?” she asked him. Genevieve knew Finn was a friend of her daughter’s and had spoken to him more than she had some of the other pirates in the fleet.
