Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

Desiree stepped outside without waiting for him to finish dressing and brushed her fingers over her bare forearm. The chilly wind was a pleasure, both because it reminded her of the fact that she was back in her element, something she has had a hard time acknowledging, as well as that the nature was with the crew, the wind strong enough to accelerate their journey by days. ''Oy, raise the anchors,'' she called out, British accent undisguised in her voice this time, a smile playing on her lips. It was by far one of the most exciting departures she has ever had, bringing her steps away from her goal. She then sensed the hungry presence, her excitement subsiding slightly. Taking notice of the fact that when her own sentiments were too high in intensity she did not give as much importance to his ones, thus reaching a certain freedom. Once his hunger increased, she turned to look at him, arching her eyebrows, curiosity in the intelligent orbs. There appeared to be a battle within him - his two selves struggling, trying to decide whether to break the rules or not. Smirking as she realized the reason for his self restraint. ''Don't worry, it won't be long until the next meal,'' she murmured, gazing at him for a few moments before turning her attention to the sea, simply watching the scenery change, the docks quickly fading away, turning into a blur on the horizon. The Black Pearl was a quick boat indeed. Making sure that the departure was fine, she looked about, checking to see if every man was in his place. There was not much to do otherwise. A rotating schedule was set for most positions, the crew members mastering every task with ease. Torean, however, was mostly exempted from the mundane jobs such as pulling up the sheets or cleaning the deck. These tasks were solely required after a particularly messy battle on board. Other than that, she had plans for him. He was not bad looking, and with a little cleaning and a hair cut he would fit perfectly in the position of her bodyguard. Her delicate features and fair skin allowed the woman to pass for a foreign princess or member of aristocracy and Perrault had always been one to play the role of a bodyguard. His strength both mental and physical would be of much use to her. ''I assume that you are hungry?'' She questioned, cursing herself for the lack of delicacy. ''What I meant is, do you eat normal food, or is it all blood?'' She wondered, stretching out slightly as a cat under the sun. ''Either way, follow me,'' she motioned, starting off toward the dining room. It was close to her cabin, already empty for the most part. Occasional men chewed on their bread, chatting happily. When the Captain entered, everyone bowed slightly, a silence reigning. ''Good morning,'' she said pleasantly, everyone exchanging confused looks, attempting to understand what brought her good mood. She took a seat at one of the empty tables, looking up at Torean. ''I assume you would be curious to know what your role on this ship is,'' she mused, taking a sip of fresh water that she was brought, taking a bite of the bread. ''You are mostly a fighter, and I need you to save your energy for the battles. Other than that, you will have an occasional task here and there, but you'll mostly be helping me. You will see what exactly I mean later,'' she continued, without waiting for him to respond. ''Speaking of which, I realize that it does not seem to have anything to do with the job, but I would like to cut your hair and such,'' she finished, rather embarrassed by the request.