#trident;starter

   Gone now was his time, as he lounged lazily in a hammock by the beach. He usually didn’t like it when people prompted to start a conversation with him, more so during his nap time. But then again, maybe this was the break in monotony that he needed.

  “What is it?”

And now she was on the beach leant against a tree, dazed, bloody, sore... Drunk. She almost thought she gotten away with some solitude, almost had some time to herself just to gaze up at the night sky and pick out the constellations. Ekaterina would have been forever grateful for the time alone-- but of course, a voice sounded out, and the telltale sound of footsteps in the sand getting louder ruined any plans she might have had for some peace and quiet. “Do you mind?” She slurred out, taking another drink from her well-earned bottle, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the alcohol. Oh. Her nose was still bleeding.

Bringing bruised and split knuckles up to try and staunch the flow (which only really resulted in her hand ending up covered in even more blood than before), she mumbled out another sentence, surprising herself with how put-together she sounded. “If you are here to check on me or know what I am doing, I... am fine. I am not breaking any rules and I do not-- not need help.” Of course, that might have just been in her mind... Ekaterina could sound absolutely plastered and out of it and have no idea, especially with the blows she’d taken-- amongst which was a right hook straight to the nose, nearly breaking it, and she was sure she’d felt something move inside her skull when she’d hit the ground. “I want to just... drink.”

Stepping off the deck of the and onto the worn planks of the dock, she felt like she was coming home. Guinevere could only ride out the sigh of relief that ran through her system as she ensured all supplies and goods were moved off the Dragon and into storage. The wind had picked up as they had sailed in, the early morning not yet gone; they had been travelling on course all night, Gwen at the helm with no sleep, no traded shifts, fuelled by determination.

Tired yet sharp eyes scanned the island as her heeled boots hit the wood beneath her, and the salty air had caused her locks to become tangled and windswept, though she had hastily tied it back as best she could so as not to obscure her vision. Sleep, yes, she needed that, but... Weckler had been attacked, she needed to check up on him-- and that stone in the pit of her stomach, those rumours, her afore mentioned determination... All of those things kept her eyes open and her mind awake. The Tulachs would want an update from her, of course, with the absence of her captain for the time being. And she would be happy to oblige, once questions of her own were answered.

Charlotte would be twenty seven, now. She had been counting each year. It was simply a matter of putting those puzzle pieces together.

If they actually fit.

Finally hitting the sandy shore, she almost regretted her choice of footwear-- but the path was stable enough, and she had handled worse. As she approached the settlement that the pirates had made their own, she passed several who were either goofing off or speaking to one another as they worked. It was thanks to her lightning reflexes, however, that she was able to skip out of the way of a runner that passed by her. “Goodness,” Guinevere muttered under her breath-- it seemed people around here since Roman had practically doubled the population did not watch for oncoming traffic.

Still, she turned to watch the person in motion and unfortunately for them, they were headed for a something in the sand that looked solid to her eye, hidden well enough not to be seen by someone moving that fast that could very well trip them over. A little too late, the woman called out to them in warning. “Watch the roc-- ... oh, dear.” Sure enough, her worry had been valid, as their foot had collided with the stone, causing them to fall. Feeling a little guilty for not warning them sooner, Gwen approached them, offering a hand to help them up if they needed. “It is quite difficult to see some obstacles along the beach, it would be wise to take better care next time,” She remarked in a gentle tone, not meant to mock but, rather, assist. “Are you alright? I hope you have not hurt yourself.”

“Hey!” she called to the retreating figure nearby and she held up the object. “I think you dropped this.”

Running in sand wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially with her inability to live up to her name as she struggled to catch up with them.