<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FsSwBxR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Captain<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Esperanza | Moving from Top deck to Lower deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1 | 11 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liam | Argus<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making bad decisions<br/><hr/><br/>She wasn't quick to upset, and that counted tenfold for the people she held dear. People like Liam Scott, which made it all the more disconcerting that Rosette was staring with something akin to disdain when he informed her of an unexpected addition to their crew. Rose stood opposite him with hands digging hard into her hips, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that a ghost from her past had caught up to her.<br/><br/>“<em>Argus</em>is here?” she repeated incredulously. “How-- I mean, did you seek him out? And why didn’t you…” Rose, aggravated that she was stumbling over her own words, shook her head, her finger and thumb pinching the bridge of her nose as she collected her thoughts.<br/><br/>“Where is he?” she inquired sharply. Liam, who looked less comfortable than he had done at any point since his return to the Esperanza, gestured towards the stairs.<br/><br/>“I told him where you stored the still,” he replied, a hint of unease crossing his features. “Haven’t seen him since we took off, so reckon he’ll be in the bilge by now.” He hurriedly stepped out of the way when Rose barged past, an uncharacteristic annoyance darkening her facial expression. She rushed down the wooden steps with the ease of someone who could manoeuvre around her ship with her eyes closed, descending to the middle deck and brushing right through to the bowels of the Esperanza. Her steps were agitated, her bootfalls heavier than her lithe frame would warrant. As she stepped into the cargo hold, Rose weaved between the crates and barrels, descending to where a shallow layer of water covered the bottom. It wasn’t so much Liam’s instructions that guided her there, however, but the irregular noise of either the woodboard being sawed in half…<br/><br/>...or very familiar snoring.<br/><br/>Her face was tense as she slowed to a halt, the lower part of her boots submerged in water as Rose allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness below. There was a light burning, stood on one of the crates but it was on the verge of burning up and no doubt had the man who carried it down here left it there for several hours. Rose didn’t know how she felt as she caught sight of the sprawled figure, half slumped over a toppled barrel and half laying on the wet floor, but frustratingly, she found her anger already dissipating.<em>He’d always been impossible to be angry with.</em><br/><br/>Rose shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and although she perched her right hand on her hip again, this time it had a tentative appearance, not one of quiet aggravation.<em>“Argus?”</em>she called out, as if there was any doubt to who could possibly have the audacity to hide in the belly of the Esperanza on the first night, tanked and not any use to anyone at least until sunrise.<br/><br/>A sigh escaped her, then the Captain slowly approached the slumbering figure. She had half a mind to prod the toe of her boot into his side, topple him over and let him taste the murky water rather than his beloved rum. Instead she crouched down by his side, and she cupped her hand into the water, splashing his face in a slightly more merciful way.<br/><br/>“You old son of a biscuit eater,” she said with a surprisingly subdued voice, watching him stir to life again. The look on her face was a mystery, with no smile nor look of anger to give away how she felt. “What the hell are you doing on my ship?”<br/><br/>