Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-14800267-20150511025203

Esmee had enough. Jane was a prickly, foul tempered violent ball of hate,  but she was Esmee's Captain, and her friend, even if she refused to aknowledge it. Esmee was already sick to her stomatch at the idea of running away moments before her Captain's death. It already made her wake up suddenly at night, shaking as the cobwebs of her nightmares stuck to her.

Jane wasn't nearly as awful when she was on ship. She shared drinks and jokes and bawdy songs. It was just this school, being forced to stay away from salt water and forced to live as the repeat of her father's mistakes had turned her sour. So Esmee had made a secret pact with her shipmates. They would not let her fall. No matter what Grimm said, they weren't going to run away or stand idle, but no one told Jane. For it to work they- the faceless unscripted crew- had to act against the tale but Jane hadto continue her role as if it were real.

Now watching her try to throw her life away after her crew had ALL decided to go against their tale? She carefully folded the coat and placed the dagger atop

"Alexandra? Do ye mind comin' fer a walk? It's awful nice out an' I think I might be needin' some air."