#tridentstart

[aurorafms]

Walking out of the infirmary, Aurora felt that all too familiar feeling of a sneeze brewing. Letting out a muffled curse, she pushed her sunglasses - which she had just put on - up, letting them sit upon her head as she looked up at the sun. “Come on,” The brunette mumbled, eyebrows furrowing together.  The sneeze wasn’t going to come, and that caused Aurora to let out a huff, turning on her heels to head back into the direction where she was originally going, well, until her eyes met with another. Face falling into her normal stoic expression, Aurora cleared her throat.  “Hi, can I help you?” Was this her attempt to hide the embarrassment that was swirling deep in her stomach? Absolutely, and all Aurora could do was hope they didn’t catch on.

[aokardosarchive]

   Alighting from the ship, Nael looked at their ‘new’ island with awe. He could dislike the pirates for kidnapping them, but he surely could not deny that they - the Tulachs, in particular - had good taste in locations. After all, they could have been thrown in a dump of an island, call it their home, and be done with it. The fact that they still got to stay at such beautiful venue always astounded him, because it proved that the pirates had goodness in them, still.

  Chocolate hues wandered eagerly, drinking in the new sights. “I guess one could call this a ‘fresh’ start.” the Argentenean remarked, smiling softly at the other. 

[ragingemerson]

Ordinarily Emerson enjoyed Halloween, but this year, the spirit died. She had recycled her costume from last year, though her hair was much longer than before and now pulled back into a low ponytail at the base of her skull. The pinstriped jacket hung over her arm. 

Nautical Mafia. Why not look the part? 

The festivities had come at a perfect time. She took a sip of the Old-Fashioned in the tumbler and sat it on the coaster beside her. The worn leather chair creaked under her slight weight as she crossed one leg over the other. 

“It’s not as fun as last year’s,” she commented to the person beside her. 

[classiciisms]

Grace hadn’t known what to do with the guitar she’d been gifted by a pirate she’d barely spoken to, but it worked in her favor. Piano had been the standard to learn, but she’d fought her way into learning guitar as well. She sat back in a chair, guitar in hand, her fingers gently plucking the too-old strings. The only song that sprang to mind was an old song her mother had loved. Why a queen loved American country so much was lost on Grace, but she couldn’t deny the impact it had had on her.

“I’ll be yours until the sun doesn’t shine, ‘til time stands still, until the winds don’t blow. When today is just a memory to me, I know I’ll still be loving, I’ll still be loving you,” she sang quietly. Every time she sang it, she remembered her mother’s off-key humming. It brought her just a little closer to her. If Grace couldn’t listen to music, she could sing it. 

Green eyes lifted when she heard someone and she chuckled. “Anyways, here’s Wonderwall,” she joked. For a brief moment, she plucked out the intro before stopping. “Was I disturbing you?”

[hrhxainsley]

If there was one thing Ainsley missed, it was her music. She missed her Spotify music playlist getting her pumped up to jog, do yoga, or even kickboxing. Instead she had to settle for humming songs she had memorized. She sat under the shade of a tree near the beach, her bare legs stretched out in front of her. The sound of a snapping branch caught her attention and one eye cracked open to look at the figure. “Want a spot?” she offered, leaning to the right to clear a space next to her. 

[lola-gutierrez]

Lola could feel whiplash when the ship finally stopped somewhere. Suddenly, royals were ushered out of it, and, firm land was finally there. When the Spaniard’s feet finally reached solid ground, the woman fell to her knees, taking deep breaths inside. Thank the heavens, she thought to herself as her fingers dug into the sand. “I’m just so happy we’ve gotten somewhere,” she said quietly to no one in particular, but eventually looked up from her position.

[luce-blackwood]

Sitting in what Luce had learned was the canteen, the woman stared at her companion feeling slightly flabbergasted. “So, you’re telling me we’re in an island infested with pirates, and we don’t have actual access to alcohol?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing. “What is this? Some sort of rehab facility with a twist? A bloody intervention?!” The brunette tutted, her head shaking from side to side.

[aokardosarchive]

   Staring was rude, si, but what Nael was truly doing was gazing at the other. He could not help himself; after all, he was equally taken to the person as the other was to their conversation. How passionate the other was left him wistful for such emotion. It was heavily admirable, if anything.

   When the other stopped speaking, the Argentinian remained looking on, with a cutesy smile on his face. “No, no, por favor, keep talking.” he urged on. “I assure you, I am listening.”