#tridentstart

   Alighting from the ship, Nael looked at their ‘new’ island with awe. He could dislike the pirates for kidnapping them, but he surely could not deny that they - the Tulachs, in particular - had good taste in locations. After all, they could have been thrown in a dump of an island, call it their home, and be done with it. The fact that they still got to stay at such beautiful venue always astounded him, because it proved that the pirates had goodness in them, still.

Ordinarily Emerson enjoyed Halloween, but this year, the spirit died. She had recycled her costume from last year, though her hair was much longer than before and now pulled back into a low ponytail at the base of her skull. The pinstriped jacket hung over her arm. 

Grace hadn’t known what to do with the guitar she’d been gifted by a pirate she’d barely spoken to, but it worked in her favor. Piano had been the standard to learn, but she’d fought her way into learning guitar as well. She sat back in a chair, guitar in hand, her fingers gently plucking the too-old strings. The only song that sprang to mind was an old song her mother had loved. Why a queen loved American country so much was lost on Grace, but she couldn’t deny the impact it had had on her.

If there was one thing Ainsley missed, it was her music. She missed her Spotify music playlist getting her pumped up to jog, do yoga, or even kickboxing. Instead she had to settle for humming songs she had memorized. She sat under the shade of a tree near the beach, her bare legs stretched out in front of her. The sound of a snapping branch caught her attention and one eye cracked open to look at the figure. “Want a spot?” she offered, leaning to the right to clear a space next to her. 

Lola could feel whiplash when the ship finally stopped somewhere. Suddenly, royals were ushered out of it, and, firm land was finally there. When the Spaniard’s feet finally reached solid ground, the woman fell to her knees, taking deep breaths inside. Thank the heavens, she thought to herself as her fingers dug into the sand. “I’m just so happy we’ve gotten somewhere,” she said quietly to no one in particular, but eventually looked up from her position.

Sitting in what Luce had learned was the canteen, the woman stared at her companion feeling slightly flabbergasted. “So, you’re telling me we’re in an island infested with pirates, and we don’t have actual access to alcohol?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing. “What is this? Some sort of rehab facility with a twist? A bloody intervention?!” The brunette tutted, her head shaking from side to side.

   Staring was rude, si, but what Nael was truly doing was gazing at the other. He could not help himself; after all, he was equally taken to the person as the other was to their conversation. How passionate the other was left him wistful for such emotion. It was heavily admirable, if anything.