<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5d/fd/fb/5dfdfbf0f964cdff8bb1ffd150fdf558.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Nancy Goldsworth  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14693317#msg14693317)<br/><strong> Location</strong>The Esperanza, Port Royal<br/><strong>Time/day</strong>Day 1/ morning<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Captain, Liam Scott, open<br/><strong>Content</strong>Arrival on board and waylay the captain<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nancy locked the door on the only home she had ever known and slipped the large brass key into the pockets of her skirts. Nancy didn't own much in the way of wordily goods, most of what she carried belonged to the captain. A bunch of letters, the key, her own papers declaring her freedom and of course the tools of her "trade".  The black skinned woman turned away from the little house on the hill. It sat overlooking the port where Nancy could espy the Esperanza! Nancy grinned, it was slightly savage in its triumph. Finally, she could keep the promise she had made to a dying man. "I be keepin my word now master" she told the air. The hush around the house, the chirp of birds was her only answer but she felt better for saying it.<br/><br/>Nancy set of down the path towards the harbour, a black woman walking freely through the market always drew attention, especially a black woman who's back was covered in tattoos.. She was stopped several times. Men trying to get her in rooms, Men wanting to see her papers...the list went on and on. It annoyed the black haired beauty no end and she looked forward to true freedom upon the ship of her new mistress....Nancy shook her head<em>Captain</em>she mentally corrected herself. It had been a few years since Master de Courtenay had passed but the woman still struggled with the concept of not calling those of higher rank master or mistress.<br/><br/>Nancy finally made it to the harbour and she could see the many of her future crew mates were already making themselves at home aboard The Esperanza. Nancy brown boots landing confidently on the gang plank and she walked up and on to the ship. Her skirt and belt swayed with the movement of the ship. The woman stopped as she came aboard and looked around. Where did she go? Who did she report to? And more importantly where was the captain?<br/><br/>Her chocolate brown eyes roamed over unfamiliar faces, and she noted there were a fair few other females on board, finally Nancy spotted the man she had approached a few days before and strode towards him "Mas...Mister Scott!" she called out raising her hand over the sea of people so he could see who was calling out to him.