<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sivThwe.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Argus McFinnegan<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Master Brewer &amp; Cooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Esperanza, forward deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 / 11PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain Rose<br/><strong>Content:</strong> A painful truth</span><br/><hr/><br/>Taking the bottle back from the captain Argus listened intently to her words. There it was again, she truly must have regretted her actions to be so forthcoming with her guilt, with her regret of doing what she’d done. Right? Maybe, he could hear in her voice a familiar tone. A tone someone used when they were trying to convince themselves of what they were saying as much as the person they were saying them to. But she apparently had convinced herself, and for a moment Argus saw the old determination he remembered so fondly of his fearless pirate captain return. She may not have been exactly the same, but if anyone could claw their way out of the abyss that Argus struggled through day in and day out, it was Rose. Argus took another swig of rum as he tried to digest all she had just admitted to him. As Rose continued on with her plea the Irishman handed the bottle back to her. And if he pretended, just for a second, it almost felt like the beginning of one of their olds nights of drinking together. If only, he thought.<br/><br/>The captain had laid everything out there now. Bared her soul as much as a grizzled old pirate captain could and told her sailor that he was needed. But more than that, she had told her friend she needed him. His chest swelled a bit and the faintest hint of a smile returned. She needed him. Argus McFinnegan, drunkard of legendary proportions and general fuck all when stuck on dry land, was needed again. It felt good. But that good could only bolster a man so much.<strong>”Aye... no one else could ever be me cap’m.”</strong>he said followed by a small chuckle. It was true, once you’d sailed with the best no other captain could ever measure up.<strong>”I’ll always ‘ave your back Rose.”</strong>He used her name for emphasis, for she was so much more than just his captain.<strong>”And ye couldn’t kick me off this ship again if you tried. I’d swim behind er if’n I had to.”</strong>There was a conviction in his words, and he meant it. She needed him, and she knew it now. Davey Jones himself could come try and tear Argus from the Esperanza, and he’d punch his way through the legions of the damned to stay where he belonged. Those words had struck a chord, a salve on a deep wound from years ago so it could begin to heal.<br/><br/>But it wasn’t something that would ever completely heal was it? It would scar, and it would never truly go away. No matter how badly he wanted to look past it like the captain said she had cut him to his core. His heart wasn’t willing to open up just yet. His next words didn’t come out as strongly,<strong>”And don’t ye worry. Even if I have to take that ship apart with me bare hands we’ll find whatever it is yer lookin’ fur.”</strong>Argus meant it, but his tone still held onto a sadness. Letting out a sigh the fiery haired man finally turned towards Rosette and looked her in the eyes.<strong>”Ye have me trust Cap’m, and me loyalty...but I’m... I...”</strong>He stumbled over his words, unable to find the right ones. Another deep sigh escaped him as he looked away for a second, but got back his nerve and looked into those beautiful eyes again.<strong>”But I don’t think ah can offer me friendship... not yet. You cut me tah the bone last time... I’m sorry cap’m...That one’ll take some time.”</strong>And there it was. He couldn’t take it back now. In his eyes shown the deep sorrow that had grown over the years he’d been adrift on the shore. And along side it the terrible conflict between his yearning to hold the captain and take back what had been said and the knowledge that they needed this. For the two of them to move forward and reclaim what they’d lost they needed to start fresh. At least Argus hoped that was the case. He watched to see what his captain’s response would be, dreading what could come next.