<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d5b290e3ba10452f8900623d6a1648b3~mv2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rachel Reade<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Able seaman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza / Quarter Deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Content/Mentions:</strong>Captain, Lifa, Beauchamp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/>As she hung about the quarterdeck, making herself busy, Rachel cast another glance toward the Captain and those she was in conversation with, before she sidled up to the helm.  A  quick glance at the compass showed their heading, but the lack of a chart in the chart table was rather disappointing.   Rachel went back to polishing the brass, her gaze straying from time to time as her mind wandered.  Sunlight glinted off the water, catching her eye and she watched as it broke across the surface like shattered glass.  It was rather mesmerizing, but Rachel pulled her gaze away and looked about the deck once more.   It was then that she noticed the finely attired gentleman in his approach to the captain and it seemed he was intent on interrupting her conversation with Lifa.<br/><br/>Curious, she moved to where she could get a better view, watching as the exchange took place, she slipped from the quarterdeck to the maindeck, moving forward toward the trio, adjusting a line here, pausing to help a powder monkey stack ball on a brass monkey there... All the while she worked her way closer to see if she could listen in on the conversation taking place, curiosity getting the better of her as to why a fine, upstanding gentleman would be throwing his lot in with them.  As she passed the lot of them, she tipped her hat to the captain and continued to the fo'c'sle.    Once there, she climbed to the rail, one hand in the rigging, as she overlooked the bowsprit to the horizon.   Taking in a deep breath, she held it a moment, then let it out slowly, a smile curving her lips.<br/>