#aimeechat

Sebastian palms rested against the table he and Aimee where hunched over. Maps spread across the table as he worked with Aimee to chart a path to grab the next batch of royals coming to the island. The young captian sighed  running a hand through his black locks. “What do you think? He asked looking up to catch her eyes. He had been warned the last ship had run into a bit of a problem, nothing they could handle, but better to avoid trouble. “Do you think this path will work?” He trusted Aimee, not just as his navigator but as his friend. The two were rather close, or at least he would say so.