Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-14800267-20141102004409

Esmee handed her captain various curiosities from a pouch hidden in the folds of her skirt. Wadding, a strange fluffy ended stick, a bag of powder, a lead pellet. She didn't miss a beat as the door opened.

"Good afternoon!" She greeted sunnily, retrieving her now empty bag of gunpowder. She eyed the newcomer a little warily. She looked like some kind of rodent and any ship faring fellow was careful to kep rats and mice at bay. However, she didn't really think it polite to shoot guests (That was Jane's job) and politely scuttled over to the side to grab a chair for her.

"I'm Esmee. I'm not actually here.." she paused at the ridiculousness of that statement "Um, well I'm HERE, but I'm not supposed to be. See, I'm the daughter of Smee, I'm just here with..." She indicated Jane, who was watching the interaction coldly, annoyed at the interruption. "Um... This is Captain Jane Hook and uh..." She realised she never got the names of the others "Other people having a pity party... or dying... or..." She really wasn't getting any better at this, she tried a new rack "So! You're um... dying too?"

"Esmee. sit down and shut up before you embarass us any further." Jane said with the warmth of Winter int he realm of the Ice Queen.

Esmee blushed furiously, muttering a very small and quiet "pleasedtomeetyou" before slinking back to her seat.