<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Walking Dress, Leather Boots and Gloves, Fancy Hat<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Misery loves company<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jacqueline's eyes flashed to Danae as she made her comments. "An officer? How impressive, and dashing." She said, with the lack of enthusiasm of one who would likely be more flirtatious if not so miserable. The dull tone of her voice did not indicate a lack of interest, merely of comfort due to the sticky heat and the thick mists.<br/><br/>To Camille she smiled as well, a smile weighed down nearly as much as her dress was, "Ah," she closed her eyes imagining it. "I can almost feel it. Sand like satin between my toes." Her shoes felt suddenly very confining, but she wasn't about to take them off and get a splinter on this deck. That would be just what she needed, laid up due to carelessness when they finally made it to paradise.<br/><br/>She reached the railing of the ship and leaned against it, staring out at the sea as if hoping some hint of a breeze could be spotted at a distance. "I am sure there are awful horrors in the depths but somewhere out there there must be a breeze too?" She asked hopefully. "Do not ships carry weather wizards and other types who might summon one by force if one does not wish to appear as a volunteer?" A forlorn sigh accompanied her turning about and facing the ladies on the poop deck.<br/><br/>"Well then, I am Jacqueline de Fronsac, you may call me 'milady' if you wish to be overly formal or adorably deferential," her eyes flashed about with a bit of a smile to the ladies as she said this, "but I do not require it." She spoke as if this was an act of great munificence.