<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/D7kgDDB/esme2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Esmeralda ('Esme') Alcantara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14700109#msg14700109)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Port Royal – Primary Upper Deck, aboard<em>The Esperanza</em><br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lawton, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Flirting and escaping to the Middle Deck, in search of the Infirmary.<br/><hr/><br/>The rhythm of the music was expertly undisturbed, whilst caramel brown eyes regarded the approach of a sailor with shoulder length hair, and a distinctively long nose. Esme made a point of recalling faces based on characteristic features, especially before she could associate them to a more specific name. With so many crew members on board the large vessel, it was going to be possible and likely, but more so, entirely relevant for her to defy the odds by learning the names of each and every one of them. Certain faces however, deserved a measure of more dedicated familiarity. She watched as he discarded two coins onto the space upon the barrel, dangerously close to her thigh, but she continued to tap her foot to the rhythm she played against. Blatantly, she was unaffected by the intrusion to her personal space, but her lingering eye contact also proved that he’d caught her attention. Within those precious three seconds, her first impression of him was formulated, and she concluded that he was little more than a flirt. Was he worth her time? The gift of a smirk rather than a smile, lilted the notes of her song. Though she couldn’t speak right now, without disrupting her music, she did make a point of uncrossing her leg, to re-cross with her other leg instead. The vary subtle shifting under her skirts placed her other foot dangerously close to<em>his</em>thigh now, and she started to tap the toe of her buckled shoe to the tune again whilst she brandished him with the far more suggestive quirk of her eyebrows. In the blink of an eye though, her attentions discarded him, and she cast her gaze out to the rest of the ship once more. Perhaps, the long-nosed sailor would be useful, perhaps he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t know for certain though, unless she indulged him a little first.<br/><br/>Watching the last bundle of sailors walk on board, it didn’t escape Esme’s notice how many women were employed. Not whores, but<em>pirates</em>, brandishing their own weapons of the trade. There was something both intriguing and empowering about a ship that was unafraid of bringing the curse of women aboard. Her gaze flicked back up to the raised quarterdeck, and the more extravagantly dressed red-haired woman, who was not only avidly conversing with the two men to her left and right, but also going as far as to greet the handful of individuals who stepped up to her. Could it be that she was the captain after all? The clues were certainly pointing more in her direction, but it wasn’t until her voice rang out across the ship, that the answer was made clear. Esme respectfully lowered her flute to her lap, and licked her slightly parched lips once before settling her gaze intently upon the bellowing redhead.<br/><br/><em>'Well well,'</em>she mused with a lopsided smirk.<em>'This one knows who to rile up the crowd.'</em>The speech immediately lifted morale, and though she didn’t join in with the various cheers, Esme was nonetheless excited by both the identity and the content of the captain’s speech, along with the reactions of her gathered crew. Her spirits likewise lifted by the promise of gold, but more than one opportunity was revealed to her now. So, whilst the crew cheered for their captain, Esme gathered up her things, and slinked towards the doorway leading into the bowels of the ship, carefully and stealthily brushing past various bodies along the way. She’d need to become<em>very</em>familiar with the Esperanza's more intimate layout, and stake her claim over a hammock in a good position, if there were no spare rooms available, which she ultimately feared might be the case. First though, she had reason to check the stocks of the infirmary. Part of her selling point to the infamous ‘Mr. Scott’, other than her knack for entertaining the crew and raising low spirits, had been her knowledge of plants and their medicinal uses. Not every ship could afford the luxury of a dedicated physician, and surgeons were even rarer out at sea, so she was keen to see if she might in fact be able to stake her claim over the infirmary for her lodgings. So whilst the crowd were distracted by the captain’s orders, Esme cunningly disappeared below deck in an effort to gain an advantage over the ship’s inner layout.<br/>