with a blade strapped to her leg, the captain is comfortable for her and some of the crew to go onto shore, leaving a skeleton crew to keep things in order on the boat. she knows of the captain that borders her own, unofficial lines drawn to keep away undue bloodshed. there’s already enough fighting as is, eleanor is much more interested in money than blood. the arrival of the damned spot crew is simply to exercise and take a break, to avoid sea legs and vertigo that she hears complaints of elsewhere. maybe it’s also a selfish desire to walk along the beach, enjoying the finer things in this upbeat life, but it’s nothing she has to explain to another.
she’s walking along the shore of neverland when she hears sign of another behind her. without looking, the blonde lets out a soft sigh. “i hope there is legitimate reason for interrupting my solace; there’s enough violence around without me needing to feed you to the cannibals.” she smiled, looking out at the glimmering ocean that she called home.