the norwegian princess has found herself a grassy knoll, far enough away from where she thinks pirates will pass but close enough so that she won’t lose track of her way back to the main house (she’s not terribly blessed with directions). there’s sand in her shoes and the reeds she’s caressing with her fingertips feel different than those back home. it’s a different climate entirely with different plant life and terrains and if she wasn’t in this current situation, she’d probably appreciate it more. for now, she settles on plucking a particularly long blade of grass out just above the roots and she nimbly starts to braid it into the daisy chain crown she’s making. she’s so focused on her work that she doesn’t hear footsteps until they are almost upon her. her gaze raises in surprise until it meets that of the approaching figure. “sorry,” she whispers on instinct, though what she was apologizing for was anyone’s guess. her hands still as she assesses her acquired company.
⚓ --------- “For what?” If anyone needed to apologize, it was Al for the sinister kidnapping that he had agreed to with his siblings and father. There was ultimately no reason for the blonde to be sorry. The island was getting a Royal overload feel to it, as more commonly he was running into the captured instead of his own siblings or their crew mates. To be frank, he hadn’t even ran into his own ships accompaniment, but it was not making Alex fearful of what was to come. He was capable of manning the ship with his first mate alone, and if they needed to keep those that were captured by them under rule, there was no reason two people couldn’t maintain an eye on pesky rich children. Dark chocolate scattered to her work where it laid dormant for a while before Alex spoke again, “You’re a bit more complacent than most.” He knew that having to constantly fight the Royals had only made the pirates more restless on the island, and being away from the land was going to be a blessing when the time came. --------- ⚓
