OUTOFSAILS. LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER.

He couldn’t avoid a  THOUGHT to linger throughout him, was she been condescending in order to gain his trust??? — no, it felt legit, an honest and truthful opinion about the pirate, yet it was hard to believe, to erase the opinion of everyone about the former  Captain had always seemed to be a terrible and impossible goal to succeed on.

  one hand ran through his curly and salty hair while his mouth tried to organize his words before letting them out. A deep breath of relief invaded the void between them when he finally came up with something  WORTH  to mention ( enough of  flattery, if she wanted something from him, it was time to spit it out )

           ❝  ——- i’m honored to hear such words, but i’m afraid you didn’t came here just to pay your respects towards me, am i RIGHT? ❞

                   swift were her steps across the hay-stricken grass, the dewy morning air coating lungs with revival, the blue skies sweeping aching bones with little gaiety. her woven basket was nestled in the crook of her arm as she wandered; her stepmother was to have company over later, and thus eggs had to be collected to prepare earlier. ❝ good morning, mia, ❞ she greeted warmly, nearly like always, as if nothing in the world was wrong. indeed, TODAY was a happier one, God giving her courage to face it after weeks of pain. she had not forgotten the truth, that she had no mother or father any longer. but there were friends at least for her, and she clung to that good fortunate while it lasted. she knew her stepmother was already talking of dismissing the servants, though she prayed it would not come to that.

she was waiting patiently first for mia to finish when her question came. here. yes, perhaps ella was not living as she ought. but … helping everyone around the house was really not so terrible a burden. and she had promised her father to treat her stepfamily well. for a few sore shoulders … it wasn’t too difficult. she told herself, at least. mia, who had known her since she was a tiny elf in silks and ribbons, knew better. ❝ well, i suppose chickens need to be fed in order to lay eggs, ❞ she answered first, jesting – but there was something else in her voice, some hesitance, some dread of her rose-colored glass being torn away from her eyes. nothing could be avoided with mia, however, so ella relented a bit, nerves recoiling. ❝ what do you mean ? ❞

A MILD LAUGHTER potent enough to recognize such naive discuss that ella always held. after all, the youthful, blonde daughter of the household had not a lick of negativity in her body. instead, she viewed the world with bright colors to sway positivity and light        much something mia wished everyone had. but even mia herself was shrugging shoulders constantly and shying away from a colorful ladder, and instead, seeing the world in grey, black and white. in some ways, actually in most ways, mia had thanked those above for the fortunate friend she acquired in ella and her mistakingly overlooking nature.

❝     NOT QUITE SURE i desire another minimalistic voice in my ear, beauty.     ❞

mia was intolerable to everything at this moment in time, therefore her snap at the girl came hastily, as mia found herself rounding up the ropes that tied her tiny boat to the dock. criticism and weary expressions towards the only thing she could call her own was enough     she was pissed off.

                                                  OUTOFSAILS. starter call i guess?

     Rumors always bring the best or worse of  those who lead the main roles in the stories, it’s always a matter of  PERCEPTION they say, depends on whom is telling it — and now that she caught his entire attention, a pair of chocolate hues invited her to take a seat, a slight signal as recognizable as any other.

    curiosity was carrying all his movements, personally, the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, craved for adventure, not that he haven’t had enough — he just wanted to feel  ALIVE  again, perhaps this scenario would give what he seek.

                                  ❝  ——- enlighten me please, what is it that you’ve  heard ? ❞

       ❛      is there a reason yer starin’? ❜ cold cut eyes ( —- drops of ocean tinged with red )would go to stare at woman, who had been watching him from across the room all night. his mouth twitched, descended in his irksome nature, fingers clasping the bottle of rum in front of him as his troubles lay waste to bottom of bottle.

ALIGNED FINGERS, mia was dropping the pellets across the bird’s feeders, as she did every day. her particular activity was perfected to a T, every bird receiving the same amount of feed, every horse receiving the same amount of hay. at this point in time, mia was content, but usually, it was much the opposition of her current satisfaction. instead, mia was usually restless, desiring more than dirty under-nails and skirts that were melded from rags. a sigh perpetrated as pupils evaded the castle in which she had served for 10 years, a mild shake of her head as she mildly dreamt of a further adventure.

❝     ella, do tell me how we ended up here.      ❞

the footsteps were truly predictable, and after all, ella herself had turned into a servant, due to her stepmother’s desires. therefore, her stepping within the muddy path was not surprising       she was most likely grappling towards a requirement of that wretched of woman. due to this, mia’s pupils were continuously rolling with an escapade of both exhaustion and antagonization. 

A warm smile found its way to bright up William’s features, his grin does not represent PRIDE much less satisfaction at having achieved his purprose and will to know her name, the drawn curve of his lips showed nothing more than gratitude.

       ❝  Locke it’s nice to meet you, i’m WILLIAM TURNER but i bet you already knew that… ❞