<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Reia-Weston_003.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Weston "Wes" Beauchamp (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14739202#msg14739202)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Linguist/Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Top Deck → Captain's Quarters<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Morning, Close to Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosette de Courtenay, Lifa Canary, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Confused, Following the Captain<br/><hr/><br/>"An actual scholar aboard my ship. Are you going to put me to shame, being so learned? Follow me, would you."<br/><br/>Captain de Courtenay's tone was sarcastic, he knew that much. But why she would behave in such a manner when they had just met, he did not know. He frowned after her, eyes following the almost hypnotic movement of her hips for a moment, before realizing she was actually walking away.<br/><br/>"Captain! Wait!" Wes tightened the hold he had on his belongings before setting off after the captain. The woman moved with ease of time onboard a ship, deftly maneuvering around the supplies and people littering the deck. By the time he caught up with her she was at a large wooden door, obviously heavy and meant to block anything unwanted out. He caught her words, his interest piqued at hearing her say<em>task</em>. "Captain?"<br/><br/>"What I'm going to show you does not leave my room. And while you're working on it, neither do you. Understood?"<br/><br/>A secret. His interest was more than just teased. Wes had been caught, hook, line, and sinker. Without a word and an excited nod, he followed the captain into her quarters.