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

The woman watched him, growing tense for a moment as she noted the hesitation. When his answer finally came, a relieved smile appeared on her lips, the cross formed by the two swords broken. Returning the documents to the sailor, she tilted her head briefly. ''Congratulations, you are as of now a Pirate,'' she murmured before turning to the rest of the crowd. ''In a day, we lost a brother and found a new one. Treat him as one of your own, or be ready to face the consequences. You may now return to your occupations,'' she called out to the people who let out a loud cheer, both for the loss and the gain. Most were already drunk after the visit to the tavern, and they were the loudest. Several men approached to bid the Captain goodnight and offer the newcomer a wide grin and a bright 'aye, mate, welcome abroad'. Waiting for the crowd to dissipate, Desiree brushed her fingers through her hair, feeling incredibly tired. ''I will show you to your bed,'' she motioned, her voice still as distant and cold as ever although the fatigue made it hard for her to keep it up, and she was certain that he could sense it. Instead of feeling whole now that her crew was once again complete there was a void within her. Dismissing every thought, she walked to her quarters, pushing the large doors open. The room was fairly simple. A window was planted in the middle, giving her a view on the deck, to see what was going on behind the ship. Along one of the wall stood four large shelves filled up with books although the books were not visible, hidden under lids made of red oak. Beside them stood a matching table filled up with maps and papers, a globe standing next to it. Her bed was in the far corner, next to the treasure chest and the sheet she hung between them was merely enough to let her change her clothes in all privacy. She pointed at his bed that seemed comfortable and soft, giving him an apologetic smile. ''I was not certain how well you would be able to get along with the rest of the men, and all the other cabins have at least two men in them,'' she explained, trying to hide the light embarrassment she felt, not wanting to make it seem like she was attempting to come on to him. ''So until we manage to come up with something else, you will have to share my quarters with me,'' she finished, walking behind the curtain. ''If you are in need of clothes and such, the treasury has them,'' she stated, the code holding a point about Pirates in need being able to get items without having to go through the shares. Once behind the curtain, she carefully put away her arms, two pistols and a small sword resting next to her bed. She then kicked off her boots, slowly pulling everything else off. The moonlight lit the cabin, her silhouette visible against the white sheet. The clothes slid along her long slender legs, firm round rear, up the flat stomach and tiny waistline, freeing the large pair of breasts. Bending over, she quickly searched for something, stumbling upon a simple white dress shirt that was of a man's size, thus enough to cover her as though it were a dress. She inhaled the scent, her heart skipping a beat as she realized that it belonged to the dead sailor. Taking a seat on the bed, enjoying the warmth of the shirt, she tried to suppress the longing that she felt, that toward a human body. ''Good night,'' she quickly said, laying down, her eyes shut although she didn't manage to fall asleep.