AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia follows closely beside Jack, arms crossed, a single brow arched, as the rest of the crew scatter in their excitement. She's skeptical and there's nothing she'd need anyway. Except maybe some booze, but looks like Jack took care of that already. Pointedly, she eyes his bottle.
The merchant shouting about 'the Table' catches her attention. The word 'treasure' does flip a switch in her mind and now her curiosity is piqued. It could be fun to participate... see if she can win something. Maybe Jack would have some luck.
She eyes him to gauge his reaction and, much to her surprise, he's doing the same to her. Shrugging, she says, "All the more to add to your collection. C'mon," she nudges him with her elbow, "who doesn't like a little mystery?"
The merchant shouting about 'the Table' catches her attention. The word 'treasure' does flip a switch in her mind and now her curiosity is piqued. It could be fun to participate... see if she can win something. Maybe Jack would have some luck.
She eyes him to gauge his reaction and, much to her surprise, he's doing the same to her. Shrugging, she says, "All the more to add to your collection. C'mon," she nudges him with her elbow, "who doesn't like a little mystery?"
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
