even if i come back, even if i die, is there some idea to replace my life?
"So you mean to tell me you don't want to sail over the dark hole of death?" The Maw. Whatever it was called.
Wearing just a shift of linen around herself, Eloise has on an obnoxiously large sun hat and sports a frown to go with it. She is the navigator after all, and is currently quite cross that Jack's sailors won't play along with her games. After all, what else is there to do on this ship?
"Jack, your crew need to grow a pair." She calls out to the captain, a brow raised while behind her, a gruff looking man seems seconds away from throwing her overboard. Instead, he mumbles something under his breath about ships and women and luck.
Wearing just a shift of linen around herself, Eloise has on an obnoxiously large sun hat and sports a frown to go with it. She is the navigator after all, and is currently quite cross that Jack's sailors won't play along with her games. After all, what else is there to do on this ship?
"Jack, your crew need to grow a pair." She calls out to the captain, a brow raised while behind her, a gruff looking man seems seconds away from throwing her overboard. Instead, he mumbles something under his breath about ships and women and luck.
