<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/d6/2da3d61bf38669bf9f5e67be37d833be.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Red Beard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251193.msg12416681#msg12416681)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Captain's quarters<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Angelo<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>The wind picks up 15 to 20 mph,  with a squall line of clouds rolling in and gusts that buffet the sails with 30 to 40 mph blasts.   The roll of the ship now bouncing more pronouncing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The two stood press against each other.   Standing upon a thick ornate  carpet tapestry   The table,  desk to one corner of the room on the left if one entered the room.  To the right is a actual bathing tub.   Dominating the room in the center back wall  is her large bed.    It seem it could easily sleep five within its breadth of width.   Would Angelo wonder or speculate on the captain alone in the bed when she slept.<br/><br/>His words again bring that surprising innocent flush.   "Lif....mmmph"  Angelica response is cut off as Angelo move to kissing her upon the lips.   Muffling what ever response she had wanted to say.   It was of no importance.   For as she is startled in that virtuous way she has about herself.  Belaying she is a pirate captain.   The kiss is in that moment met with stiffness.   Then a slow simple matter of acceptance.   As the kiss is returned with a eagerness.<br/><br/>The words that were muffled.   That now stood suddenly in danger of flying away in the moment of passion.   'Life is like a tempest that one must brave to live it.'