The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
Her head tilts adorably as she takes another sip of rum. "Really? But they're pink." It doesn't make sense to have white rum make a pink drink. She's rushing through color theory suddenly, flashes of pinks and reds and fuchsias and bubblegums and blushes. It all tells her that it very much is possible that the red of cranberries and 'white' of rum could make a pink liquid, and Nova decides that perhaps she is a white rum kind of gal.
But then she's giving it to Jack as he steps into the circle, receiving an almost comical reception, because is Murph scared of her?! His glances to Jack make her think that can be the only reason, and she lets out a quiet giggle to herself. She looks between the men as they have some unspoken conversation, wiggling in place as she waits for them to finish so they can get started.
When Jack steps forward to intervene, her face first falls into a small pout, disappointed that he's going to tell he she can't. It's only when he implies that she would be too good to face his crew that Nova raises her head, the overly confident and overly bright smile returning to her face. Of course it only makes sense for her to practice against the strongest of them. So with a prideful nod of her head, she accepts the proposal. "That makes sense."
Turning back to the first mate, Nova shrugs her shoulders, a playful grin on her lips. "Sorry, Murph. Maybe next time." She shoots him a sparkly wink and shifts her focus to the captain.
But then she's giving it to Jack as he steps into the circle, receiving an almost comical reception, because is Murph scared of her?! His glances to Jack make her think that can be the only reason, and she lets out a quiet giggle to herself. She looks between the men as they have some unspoken conversation, wiggling in place as she waits for them to finish so they can get started.
When Jack steps forward to intervene, her face first falls into a small pout, disappointed that he's going to tell he she can't. It's only when he implies that she would be too good to face his crew that Nova raises her head, the overly confident and overly bright smile returning to her face. Of course it only makes sense for her to practice against the strongest of them. So with a prideful nod of her head, she accepts the proposal. "That makes sense."
Turning back to the first mate, Nova shrugs her shoulders, a playful grin on her lips. "Sorry, Murph. Maybe next time." She shoots him a sparkly wink and shifts her focus to the captain.
Nova
