Involuntary Company {Belle & Hook}
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”Yes, capitaine. I live a quiet, monotonous life and books whisk me away from it,” she smiled, though a hint of dolefulness appeared in her smile. Despite living in a forgotten piece of hillsides, forests and rivers - they were comfortable. And the comfort is what ate away at her wanderlust. If there is comfort then where is the adventure, the risk?
She looked away and out over ship’s rail, gleaning from memory while puffy white clouds drifted past. ”I believe not,” she began while facing him once more. ”Different impression? How, if may ask? Pirates aren’t all the same then?”
He almost made comment about the literal ‘whisking’ she had now experienced that had not been done safely between the pages of a book, but choose to remain silent and only listen. His eyebrows raising slightly yet again was all that gave way to the thought.
“Piracy is an occupation, having that in common does not mean we do not otherwise vary as much as anyone else,” Hook returned to her question, and after pause, added to make sure he hadn’t given the impression that made some of them nice, “But for the most part, some of us are simply meaner that others.”
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Belle had the small of her back pressed against the ship's railing as the captain dressed in his vibrant red attire had expressed the 'main' difference between pirates. "Any person can be meaner -- pirate or not. As for you, I am grateful you haven't bound me in rope and thrown me below deck." Her words were gentle as was her countenance; even in an unwanted predicament she strove for courage.
"Well, capitaine--I would like to start this project you want me to do so I may return to my father. He will be safe, won't he?"
