<span style="font-family:Arapey">The princess looked at him a bit shocked at that change in his voice. So subtle and yet she heard it. That gentle tone he took with her made her smile softly as she nodded. "Of course Captain." She turned and walked to the door before looking over her shoulder at him. "May the odds favor me, Captain." She then bowed her head and walked out. She stopped and looked around the ship.  Her eyes drifted up to where Ophelia was. At the wheel, guiding them down who knew what path.<br/>
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Hesitating a bit before approaching the woman. "I'm sorry, but it sends that the captain expects me to work, barefoot and in a dress." She scratched her head. "He spoke of old clothes you might have. Possibly some boots?" She was trying not to sound rude but she also never had to ask things more than twice. As Ophelia stared she shifted uncomfortably before the woman agreed to give Karina the outfit. <br/>
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After she was dresses she ran a hand through her hair. Slipping the red locks into a leather tie. Her <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fbb%2F5d%2F4f%2Fbb5d4f80f95689aca93ef7455bf4178e.jpg&amp;hash=ba519fc8df1a3b3ccbc2a9cc5b45e2ff" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bb/5d/4f/bb5d4f80f95689aca93ef7455bf4178e.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a> wasn't modest but it would work. Karina proved not to be shy as Ophelia taught her things, ordered her around. The day got hot, but still she worked. The heat of her pale skin reddening cpuld be felt. Her hands were blistering and she had cuts. Though she was not soft, the girl was a princess. Her hands were never meant to work, her body was sturdy and despite the pained look she pushed harder than most of the men. </span>