Sophia’s shoes had been tossed in the sand and her shorts rolled up. Long tan legs smoothly moved along the water as waves crashed against her skin. She could see a figure in the distance as she made her way along the shore. “Hey.” She called out when she was within speaking distance. “Do you know why the mermaid wore seashells?”

Jack nodded at the person nearing him in the canteen. “I decided if I got asked one more time where the canteen was I was going to lose it. So I figured better safe inside of it where I can enjoy the food and the atmosphere - until all the new royals do in fact find it.”

Casimir was adjusting, albeit slowly. As he sat in the Canteen, leaning his arms against the table in front of him, his hand rubbed his forehead. Cursing under his breath, he pushed back, resting against the back of the chair. “I need a fucking drink,” he breathed out, not to anyone in particular.

   Wandering around dazed and confused was Andris’ least favourite look on him; it made him feel weak and vulnerable. But much to his dismay, no amount of power play could remedy or answer the glaring question he had, which was why he had to voice them out loud.

Elias remained by the bar, alone, overwhelmed by the mix of fragrances that lingered in the air and the crowds of people scattered on the ballroom floor. The man wasn’t much of a dancer but he probably wouldn’t oppose one if there was a bit more liquor in him. He took a sip of his old fashioned before sliding a generous bill across the marbled counter to the bartender. It was clear he needed some air. Elias rose from the bar stool and swiftly buttoned his suit before making his way to an unoccupied balcony. One which stunningly overlooked the entire island. The pirate took another sip as he felt someone’s presence looming behind him. “Nothing beats this view, huh?” he stated without turning around to greet them just yet.

Starter; open