{ @pyrrhicha | Prima Donna Aboard | closed starter }
Third dock. Second to last galleon on the left. As she bid her escort adieu, Priscilla boarded the great ship. How magnificent, she thought, gazing up in awe… that is until she saw its crew. The most bohemian looking group of sailors she’d ever set eyes on. With pursed lips and raised eyebrow, she was more miffed that none had even come to greet her yet than their appearance. How discourteously uncivilized! It wasn’t every day to have the treat of one of Europe’s great opera soprano onboard. (The poor dear, the thought had not yet even occurred to her that she was on the mistaken ship!)
Finally, at least two ignoramuses noticed her. Though in unconventional attire, they were British - fortunately! Before either of the pair could hardly speak a word, she handed her bags to the stout one and adjusted the fur capelet around her neck before linking her arm with the lankier one. “Good evening, gentlemen. If you could kindly take those to my quarters and direct me to your Captain - who is expecting me - so that I may personally thank him."
The two shared quizzical expressions. And she, growing impatient took out her fan and swatted it, urging them both to proceed. “Come, come, please. I don’t have all night!”
It didn’t seem they had much choice than to oblige. After a knock on the door to the Captain’s quarters, they entered - or really, she entered, with the two bumbling ones clamoring behind her, “Sorry, Sir. Captain!” the men called out, “There is a — ah, a um, Missus? Miss — here to see you?”
Rolling her eyes as she left the imbeciles, the diva in question confidently approached the Captain with a courteous smile and extended her expensively ringed, gloved hand - expecting the usual greeting any gentleman would give to so glamorous a woman as she.
"Captain Crusoe! Enchanté! I bring greetings from your comrade Captain Robinson, and I personally desire to thank you and your comrade’s extended generosity to have me aboard on such short notice."
