ELOISE
Eloise had arrived on the sandbar just as Jack had suggested. Whether the relative seclusion was so that he didn't embarrass her too much, or so that they could speak freely about things, the illusionist didn't know, nor asked. She'd learned that there was a time and place for constantly questioning her captain. Mostly, the line seemed to be that she could shit-talk all she wanted about things that didn't matter, but as soon as the conversation turned serious or had to do with the Ark's wellbeing, silence was the best course of action.
Not that Eloise knew how to dress for spar-training, she'd done her best. Wearing something black (predictably) and form fitting, the former-duchess paced up and down the sand-bar waiting for the captain to arrive.
Not that Eloise knew how to dress for spar-training, she'd done her best. Wearing something black (predictably) and form fitting, the former-duchess paced up and down the sand-bar waiting for the captain to arrive.
i think i'll pass on the summer
don't wanna fall for it this time
don't wanna fall for it this time
