<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 | Lower deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1 | 11 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Argus<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making amends… maybe<br/><hr/><br/>The stare she gave Argus was long and hard and filled with contempt, compassion, love and hate and everything inbetween. Even though he would not be able to see, he would be sure to pick up to some measure of those sentiments, as they clung to the captain like a second skin. It took away from the bright, sprightly demeanour she had so persistently displayed and for the first time cracks were showing in that perfect image of a dauntless pirate Captain that Rosette had once been, but probably never would be again. Not really.<br/><br/>Ultimately she relented though, and it was with a sigh that she pushed up from the slight crouch she’d sat in, elevating herself just high enough to take a seat on the same barrel that had Argus slumped over it. Careful not to touch him - somehow that seemed too much, too familiar right now - she placed her legs a bit apart, let her elbows rest on her thighs. Her hands clasped loosely together and for some time, even she was lost for words, incapable of making eye contact because of the confrontation that accompanied it.<br/><br/>An audible exhale through the nose ensued, and the captain, deflated, raised her shoulders in a haphazard way. “I would have asked you to come,” Rose said, quietly, the words leaving her lips in an odd monotone. There was something final about the way she spoke, decisive. “If I had thought you should be a part of this. Argus…” A grave expression littered the crimson-haired pirate, and she agitatedly raked her fingers through her curls. “You don’t know what you’ve signed up for, sneaking onto the Esperanza. I would have…”  Rose shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”<br/><br/>Another silence ensued, and it took her longer to speak up this time. Rose agitatedly rubbed her hands together, a gesture betraying her anxiety. “Look,” she began, changed her mind, started over. “Back before… back four years ago…” Another haphazard shrug. “I wasn’t myself then. I’d lost focus. I shouldn’t have done what I did.”<br/><br/>She didn’t apologise with so many words, for sure, but it was implied, and God did she owe the man next to her one. Even though he did not look the part, Argus had been so many things to her at so many points in her life. He’d been her sailor, but more than that, he’d been her friend, her drinking buddy, her guardian, her confidant, her lover, her family… And he sure as hell had never just been the drunkard that so many people reduced him to in their narrow opinions; Argus McFinnegan was someone who Rosette owed a lot, maybe even her life.<br/><br/>“I shouldn’t have left you behind,” she said grimly, the most genuine remorse in the small admission. “But you shouldn’t have come back.”<br/>