<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 | top  deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nancy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Hiding in the calm of night<br/><hr/><br/>She would never admit it to anyone around her, not even Liam, but Rosette had to get used to this again. The sound of people around her, of sailors everywhere at any hour of the day or night. There was singing and shouting, chatter and banter all over, and belowdeck there would be the rumble of people moving in the belly of her beloved Esperanza. It was like a warm bath, a feeling of pleasant nostalgia to have a real crew again once more and not the dead-eyed men who had been present aboard her vessel these past few years. She felt like a captain again, and it had been exactly what she wanted. And yet, simultaneously, it felt overwhelming, to the point where she had fleeting moments of wanting to hide in her cabin, or to command Devon to turn the ship around and make for the first port so Rose could do what she had done four years ago: leave her men behind and go it alone. But that was the panic talking, and Rose knew the sentiments of unease would pass. She never should have isolated herself back then... and she sure as hell wasn't going to do it again.<br/><br/>So she went outside.<br/><br/>Though it was late in the evening, and many of the crewmen and -women had turned in for the night, there were always a few still strutting about. The ship needed to be steered and the sails adjusted. A lookout was as important at night as it was during the day, perhaps even moreso, and once you left your cabin you were never truly alone. Rose knew eyes would follow her, but she, in turn, felt at liberty to regard whoever was still up at this hour, too.<br/><br/>There were a few lost souls about; people not quite pirates, perhaps not even sailors, either. They wandered the main deck, staring out over the oily black, lost in their own thoughts, or quietly talking amongst one another. Some looked up with a hint of nervousness at their Captain's presence, unsure of how to react, unsure of whether they were even allowed to be here. Rose mostly ignored them, cast an absent smile at one and then moved to a figure she did recognise. A woman who had been attempting to speak with her earlier and, if she recalled correctly, the new chef to the Esperanza's modest galley. Rose didn't know much about her, although she found her interest undeniably piqued by the tattoos she bore, which were different from, but not entirely unlike her own. There was a roughness and yet a brightness to the girl that were slightly paradoxal but not mutually exclusive. Rose had come up here to let the sound of the waves soothe her, but now found herself approaching Nancy Goldsworth, her actions driven by intuition alone.<br/><br/>At first she said little, and when Rosette leaned her elbows on the railing she merely looked out over the sea, enjoying the pale reflection of the moon in the sea below. It wasn't long before her interest deviated to the newly appointed cook, however, and she hung her head to one side, quietly studying the delicate expression of the girl, who stood with closed eyes, enjoying the early night.<br/><br/>"One day at sea, and you already seem to look like you belong."<br/><br/>Rose, who quirked the smallest of smiles, leaned over a little further, her hands loosely folded together. "How many times did you sail before, Nancy?" she asked, her voice low as to not disturb the tranquility of the dark that surrounded them. "You must have done before, or else my Esperanza is treating you with extraordinary kindness for you to bear such a fond expression."