“Oh, it might be he had some ideas in that direction. Just maybe.” Cooper paused to pluck a small blue flower from one of the blossoming shrubs they were passing and tuck it in Sarah’s hair. “It was no accident he had these flower bushes planted out here.”<br/><br/>It would have been a nice touch if he had known what kind of flowers these were, and been able to come up with some sort of connection between them and the maiden. No luck there. The natural world had never been Coop’s strong suit - beyond favorite types of fish to catch, that is - so he would have to leave it at that.<br/><br/>“Bawling her eyes out? Not on your life.” He shock his head emphatically, face all seriousness. Though not, of course, too serious to return Sarah’s teasing nudge.  “Not the fair Rosalinde. She was a real ball of fire, didn’t take crap from anyone. Didn’t take orders either, which was how she had ended up on the ship. See, her father had tried to marry her off to the son of one of his business partners, a real stuffed shirt called Lord Chumley. Rosalinde wasn’t having any of that. She snuck on board one of daddy’s trading ships, and by the time he realized what she had done she was gone over the horizon, off to make her fortune in Ceylon. Or at least, that's what she had meant to do.”