The sun's ray's beckoned along the horizon of the blue sea. The smell of salt an decay wafting up to her. The steady stream of wind smoothed against Maiden's face her dark loose tendrils swaying, her hand gently pulling down her hat keeping it in place. The men moved about the ship there mind's set on there tasks. As did Maiden's<span style="font-style: italic">"Atlantis, a place of beauty an horror. If Penn was right there were thing's that still flourished on it. But that was the real question. To have something survive out there, is in itself mind boggling. But I must focus on us surviving, some not all.</span><br/><br/>As her eyes scanned the deck she came across there Queen, a light melody played in the air she hadn't heard in a long while. But abruptly the tune vanished, the men stopped in there tracks. Soon questions filled the air of grumbles an such. Closer Maiden walked till a small bird came into view, small an delicate thing with such beauty. But as she watched its small mouth opened but a bird call did not call out. No, it was a man's voice who claimed to be named Rotter.<br/><br/>Maiden watched the Queen as the bird repeated all it was told, an some it wasn't. The Queen laughed at the message sending one back at Rotter. An with his message he sent<span style="font-style: italic">'gift's'</span>A heart of what she couldn't be sure as of yet. But it wasn't fresh, it was well preserved an large surprisingly. Maiden shook her head lightly as the Queen raised the phallic object. This Rotter was a strange man, that she could by far tell. But no words escaped her lips. With the deck full of laughter the Queen nodded for her to follow which she returned.<br/><br/>As her boots hit into the wood below her the sound of cat calls and whistles filled her ears. She knew the Queen's reputation, but this did not concern her. The Queen was at this high point because she knew what came first. Like a true leader, Pirate or not. For Maiden right an wrong were not really an issue you needed what you needed an if you couldn't get it the good old fashioned way, you bought borrowed or stole it. Life was filled with many grays.<br/><br/>As they made it into the Queen's room the door locking behind her the Queen resting against the wooden door. Her gaze leveling with her own, the gesture taking her by surprise her head tilting to the side slightly. An as the words spilled from the Queen's mouth did Maiden's mind begin to swim. Her honeyed eyes narrowed "What kind of problem?" she asked her eyes watching the Queen carefully.