<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><em>Mercy</em><br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Sensible Adventuring Clothes<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Adventure<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Baykur<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jacqueline remained leaning over the rail and watching the waves as the captain joined her. She tried to maintain her calm and not react too hard in any way one way. The captain was a bit intimidating, and the fact that she had control over Jacqueline and the other survivors in that they were involuntary passengers on her ship was a factor that Jacqueline was acutely aware of. So for various reasons she kept her eyes down and to the waves and said nothing as the woman joined her. She hoped the woman would not say anything too confrontational, for Jacqueline did not trust herself to be civil given all that she had been through lately.<br/><br/>Instead though, the woman was, in her straightforward way, very polite.<br/><br/>Jacqueline blinked, not expecting this and turned towards her with a cautious look "Well of course I will not interfere with your ship." She said calmly, resisting the urge to snap. An entire childhood of being treated like she was in the way led toward a bit of a chip on her shoulder on this subject, but that wasn't Captain Baykur's fault.<br/><br/>"I," Jacqueline paused slightly, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when no strings seemed to be attached to the captain's generosity, she nodded and dipped her hips into something resembling a bow, feeling a bit silly for being so formal to one who form the way she barked orders and traded words with her crew was anything but interested in formal etiquette. "Thank you." She said, not sure what else to say. "That is far more generous than I would have the right to demand of you."<br/><br/>"When we arrive I will of course compensate you for your troubles, assuming my family can send money before you must be off."<br/><br/>Another short moment of silence as Jacqueline followed Baykur's gaze, or at least part of it, wincing as the glare of the sun off the water caused her distress that didn't seem to bother the pirate woman. "It is very beautiful." She said, sounding like she was admitting something. "It wasn't so pretty from the<em>Charlotte</em>. We were caught in some sort of doldrums and it was disgustingly hot." She sighed, "I was almost thankful the storm broke."