Aboard the Blackheart

Abigail was up the majority of the night, finally when she realized she would find no rest from her thoughts she rose. The sun was creeping over the horizon as she made her way to the deck. Only to find that the majority of the crew had stayed at the Inn, or hadn't drug themselves from bed.

No matter. She thought, throwing herself into mindless labor. It was one of the few things that seemed to quiet the endless warring in her head.

By the time the familiar faces began to climb aboard, Abigail had drawn up all of the anchors, rigged the sails, and untied the majority of their land ties. A haggard looking Edmund sent an approving nod her way, before half walking, half stumbling into his quarters for what Abby was sure would be a lengthy nap. Matius emerged from the captains private cabin shortly after that, Abby's thoughts of what it may look like stirred, only to be cut short by pride. Her thick hair fell in tumbles past her shoulders, red lipstick adorned her curvy mouth. Her eyes looked sharp, as they accessed the ship and it's passengers. Her boots trip-trapped across the floor boards as she made her rounds, reprimanding when necessary. Abigail didn't realize that she was watching Blomarr until their eyes met, her expression unreadable. The gaze lingered, Abby was too stoic to follow through but she felt for a moment like she wanted to smile.



"Abigail." She started slightly, turning, she found Alec. "The captain has requested your presence after dinner." His face was serious, and something in his eyes was unsettling.


Abby spent most of dinner picking at her food, but ultimately not eating much of anything. Slowly the dinning hall began to empty out and she mentally counted down the reasons for which Matius could be summoning her. Was she being kicked off the Blackheart for what she said? Was she to walk the plank for disrespecting the most cut throat pirate in all the Caribbean? All of these were things to consider, but the most troubling of it all to her was the fact that even though she cast her off, even though Matius had taken her captive.. she didn't want to leave. For reasons unknown to her, she felt drawn to the Blackheart, and it's Captain at her very core. For all of her arrogance, command presence and mocking there was still something familiar. Something intriguing. She was the last person in the dinning hall when she finally pushed herself up from her seat and began her walk to the quarters of Matius Blomarr.



Abby arrived for the first time at the unfamiliar end of the ship, in front of two large, dark, oak double doors. She half thought about knocking, only to decide she would not go tip toeing through this only to arrive safely at her demise. She walked in without hesitation only to be caught off guard by what lay inside. This room was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and less like anything she expected. On the left wall, there was a lavish fireplace, handcarved she suspected by someone with a penchent for details. Near to that a medium sized dinning table, with a French hand crafted cushion chair on either side. The elaborate headboard to a enormous four poster bed rested against the right wall, made up in royal reds and blacks. Abigail's feet seemed to move on their own accord further into the room. On the far side was a steel pit containing coals inlaid into the floor boards, overtop there was a large brass bathing tub with large clawed feet. It was then that she noted a door near the bed, slightly ajar. It crossed her mind only briefly that she should wait for Blackheart's return, rather than explore. But she was busy marveling at the unbelievable lavishness of this room. Upon opening the door, silken fabrics of every assortment greeted her. The closet space was nearly the same measurements of her cabin. Blacks, golds, grays and even scarlet's adorned the shelves. Her hand reached out to further examine some of the apparel. Many of the garments indicated such worldliness and sophistication, Abby couldn't help but think there were many sides of the woman she had yet to be privy to. 

"Mm-hmm." Abby turned, jaw clenched and slowly to find Matius leaning against the door jam, one eyebrow raised in inquisition.