"Ay boy, I have a ship." A devious smirk took the place of her once friendly smile, and for just one moment the boisterous woman fell quiet. As quickly as the moment came it was gone, brought to an end as hidden frustrations were unleashed through one kick of her boot in to the sand. "It was taken from me, but she's out there." The slightest trace of malice danced behind the word 'taken', but the pirate had been given several years to learn to accept her current fate so as quickly as the her anger had arrived it quickly gave way to more of her prideful laughter.<br/><br/>"Looks like there maybe a ship perfect for commandeering right on my shores now though." Raven like eyes mischeviously glanced in the direction of her visitor. The flint eyed beauty was smiling, but there was wildness about her that made even Jeanne herself question whether there was truth to her words or not. Could years of reaving and murdering be washed away by a few years on an island? She had often pondered the thought, but the truth was within her actions whether she realized it or not. While her words poked and teased, slowly she led Avery to the shelter that had provided her with comfort during her years of solitude.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F99%2F2d%2F97%2F992d976052e956ba989f15494f5f2204.jpg&amp;hash=c68e0251255121d17c94cf6298532a73" title="992d976052e956ba989f15494f5f2204.jpg">
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</div>Steering them inland, the sound or rushing water could be heard before the makeshit home had come in to view.  As they drew nearer the comforting aroma of a warm meal greeted them. Settled in to a secluded area was a small shelter built from a mix-match of parts found washed up on shore or stolen from surrounding tribes. Pieces of canoes, blankets, pottery, and other trinkets decorated the outer part of the home. One of Jeanne's personal favorites being the sea glass creations that hung in various places, catching the light and casting delicate rainbow reflections as the sun began to set over the island.<br/><br/>One missing detail were the critters that had grown accustomed to Jeanne, often wondering close with their big pleading eyes, hoping to soften her up just enough to earn a piece of roasted goodness. She wondered how long it'd take for them to overcome their shyness and begin inspecting the new oddity that washed up.<br/><br/>"Food and water'll be inside. And, since I'm providin' the food and all, maybe you'll entertain me with a story and tell me how you ended up on these shores." Considering that the man was her only visitor in years, Jeanne knew he had to have veered way off course. No one came around these parts of the ocean... it's exactly why her crew had dumped her here. This man seemed too kind, too pure still to be in such a deserted part of the world. He was the type that deserved to be around people, around smiling faces that had kindness to offer. Instead he was left with Jeanne; a gorgeous ruffian with a broken spirit.