Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24405835-20140117135544/@comment-14800267-20140117150418

Heavy velvet drapes were cheerfully flung aside, drenching the stuffy, cluttered room with golden sunlight.

Esmee was beyond exited. A camp! A team building, outdoors roaming and (hopefully!) friend making camp! She'd heard about such things but had never even dared hope to actually attend one, as pirates really weren't terribly woodsy, especially Neverland pirates, where camping was the province of the Lost Boys and Pan.

But that was no longer a hinderance. No crocodiles, no wolves, no indigenous inhabitants thirsting for pirate blood, no scores of incredibly violent children. Everything was coming up roses.

Except there WAS one snag...

That snag was currently still asleep, in a snarl of bedclothes and an completely unidentifiable thicket of black and red hair, a hand thust messily over one side and a foot dangling carelessly over the end of the bed

It was terribly tempting to simply sneak out and leave Jane as she was, asleep and thus, completely harmless. Goodness knows Esmee had, in guilty moments, contemplated just that over the past few weeks since they were told, but the camp would do Jane good. She needed friends, and heaven knew they could both benifit from knowing how to traverse countryside better.

Esmee didn't awaken Jane right away. She perhaps took a little longer than normal setting the little table and having a bite of breakfast for herself before setting out her Captains. She might have dawdled washing up and getting dressed, placing their packed sea bags by the door. She may have lingered selecting Jane's outfitr for the day and laying it out, and it might have taken just a fraction more than normal to fetch the chest of steel hooks for Captain to choose from and laying out a selection of arms

But there was absolutely no avoiding it. She had to wake her Captain and prepare to cojole, needle and push her out the door to the camp, no doubt fighting the whole way.

She decided, based on years of practice, to approach from the right.

"Cap'n?" She carefully shook a shoulder that managed to somehow sit free of curls. "Cap'n? We have camp today. Better be gettin' up. I got breakfast for ye, kippers and toast with raspberry jam. Not together, course. Touch of dark rum there. Saved it for special occasion, like today being camp day and..." Practice made her deftly step aside as an arm lashed out. She had picked the right side for this very reason. No fingers snarled for her blood as there were no fingers there, just a scarred stump where and hand would have been.

"Accursed camp. I am of the sea, not a land crawling vermin like the rest of the rot here..." Jane was still husky from sleep, and a single eye blinked slowly, heavy lidded, from the thick entaglement of hair as she slowly sat up

"Aye Cap'n, but think of how useful such lank knowing shall be! We can walk the Neverland Isle like Lost boys..." Esmee steered her half asleep peer to her set at breakfast, immediately tackling the intimidating thicket with a hairbrush

"Bah, I would rather sink to the bottom than be liked to them" Esmee was hardly surprised that the rum went first. At least she sounded better after finishing it

"Truly, Cap'n, but being deft on land and travelling in a group like this might be awful useful in tracking Pan, and tracking down treasure..." She hoped, she hoped she hoped...

"Hn. It's worth a look in. I shall not enjoy it"

Hoping had paid off. Esmee beamed. "No one is expecting you to, Cap'n." For I shall enjoy it enough for both of us!