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Source: Copyright © 2014 The Metropolitan Museum of Art

"Load the Cannons, ye Scrubs!" - Edward Thatch/Blackbeard

She is nothing short of happy to be adorned with such loveliness into weaves of platinum. Eva can only see a little of this flower he has placed in her care, but she knew Thatch would only pick the prettiest. A soft smile graces her face before fingertips came to rub at the petals. “—Thank you.”

             " Mhm. "                              It's  more hum  than response,  yet                              applicable to either, regardless.  &                              once satisfied, he retreats, sinking                              back  into  his  seat with  little care                              given unto posture;    it is simply a                              lounge,     contentment      gracing                              rough                        countenance.              " Suits 'ya, m'lass. "