Eleanor smiled sadly. "I'm glad you think so," she murmured quietly. "At least someone else does." She thought of Sally and Neva again and glared out the window. "God, why did everything go wrong the one time I trust my heart over my head?" she asked with a sigh.
neva had heard it, having been an inch from knocking on eleanors door. " im sorry.." she mumbled and walked away. she slammed the door to her private courtiers and locked it.
Eleanor closed her eyes and jumped hearing a door slam. She knew without a doubt it was Neva's. "Shit," she whispered, turning away from Bernadette so the girl couldn't see her tearing up.
Bernadette didn't know what to do. Her training in servitude didn't mention anything like this. So, she relied on instinct, putting an arm around Eleanor as she gazed out the window with her, not saying a word.
Eleanor relaxed a bit and stared out the window. "Most people where I come from hate the water," she remarked. "The open sea. It terrifies them. Like my mother. That's part of the reason I'm here, you know. I knew she'd never come looking for me out here. They see it as undiscovered and therefore dangerous. I see it as undiscovered and therefore… an adventure."
Sally sat below deck and thought about everything. Eleanor likes Neva Neva likes me and Eleanor Etta. . . i don't know yet what about me? Do I like neva or Eleanor both neither. she said to herself before she thought of the people she loved and cared about most. Cali. Cali was the first person she thought of and she quickly continued. The next person on the list would be her good for nothing brother. She hated him but she still loved him. The next person caught Sally off guard. It was Neva and Eleanor. She still wasn't 100% sure of everything but she knew she cared about them.
(This is deep. I literally made Sally up on the spot for this rp and now she has a very intriguing backstory)
Bernadette looked up, listening to the pirate with a solemn expression as a small smile pulled at the edges of her lips.
"Yeah… thats why I left too. The world is so afraid of the dangers in the water. I wanted to a part of that danger, to be free"
(Dang, sweetpea….)
(I have an over active imagination. I was litteral in class when I cam up with Sally's brother is a general who hates pirate's and Sally is a pirate thing)
neva slept off her intox in her hammock as it swayed gently. her door was now open to whom ever she didn't care at this point. nevas usually braided hair flowed over the side, it was way longer when it was let down. she was sleeping peacefully until someone decided to talk and she figured it wouldn't be anytime soon.
Sally went to sleep in her small not so great bed but she couldn't sleep and she didn't know why. So she took her map out and started to work on it.
Bernadette looked up, listening to the pirate with a solemn expression as a small smile pulled at the edges of her lips.
"Yeah… thats why I left too. The world is so afraid of the dangers in the water. I wanted to a part of that danger, to be free"
"Yes," Eleanor breathed. "That's it. I want to be free." She sighed softly. "But I'm afraid that will never happen." She didn't know why she trusted Bernadette as much as she did. They'd only just met, but Eleanor felt a strange attraction to the girl. Not necessarily a romantic attraction, it was more of a shared understanding, kinship-type attraction.
Bernadette took Eleanor's hand tentatively, locking their eyes together. "I want to be free too. I really do. Perhaps… we can help each other become free." She said, barely a whisper. It was odd, the amount of things she was sharing with the woman. The openness. She was almost never like this with anyone else
Eleanor couldn't help but notice how soft Bernadette's hand was in her own. She searched her eyes and saw a recognizable depth of vulnerability. Her thumb gently stroked over the skin of Bernadette's hand, and she smiled faintly. "Yes, I'd like that."
Etta smiled, her gentle comfort displaying across her face as she rubbed back. "good." He muttered, her smile only growing by the second. "Good."
Eleanor flushed at the girl's touch. "I have no clue what to say to Neva now," she admitted quietly. "I do think I'm still in love with her, but I can't be with someone who doesn't want me back."
Bernadette sighed, tracing small shapes along Eleanor's hand while she nodded, somewhat understandingly.
"I'm.. I'm truly, very sorry." She mumbled, unsure of how to comfort the girl
Eleanor looked out at the peaceful waters, then at Bernadette. "What would you do?" she asked quietly. "If you were in a similar situation. I'm desperate."
Etta thought for a moment, looking out at the swells of the sea, breathing in the salted air.
"I think…. I think I'd let my past dissolve behind me. I'd create a new path, a new life, and abandon everything I detested…" She thought aloud, before turning back to Eleanor and blushing slightly. "I-I suppose."
Eleanor smirked. "I've already tried that," she teased lightly. "How on earth do you think I even ended up here?" She squeezed Bernadette's hands gently to let her know that she was kidding.
Bernadette blushed, laughing along with Eleanor's sweet, musical voice as she gazed into her eyes. She had never related to, or shared this much emotion with anyone else
Eleanor smiled softly. "I meant about Neva. Should I talk to her? Wait for her?" She bit her lip, hesitant to decide.
Etta looked down, unsure and feeling less than helpful. She sighed, shrugging as her lips pursed and she looked back up at Eleanor.
"I think… I think you both might need time to think." She decided
Eleanor inhaled swiftly through her nose. "I think so too… I'll wait for her to talk to me. If she has nothing to say, she won't come, and if she does, she will. I'll know where she stands either way."
Etta nodded, tenderly rubbing Eleanor’s soft hands.
“Where do you think she’ll stand?” She blurted
Eleanor jerked her head to look at Bernadette with wide eyes. “I…I have no idea. What makes you ask that?”
Sally woke up. She was still tired and very disappointed to see it was still dark out. She sighed and chose to go and talk to Eleanor. She had to help settle this or else she would become part if the problem.
neva was pacing her room, her door ajar as she thought about what to do. the small snapping sounds of a rubber band could faintly be heard. it was something she did to help the anxiety that usually built up. though shed never do it infront of her crew
Bernadette flushed, turning away quickly as she haphazardly covered the side of her face. "I… I didn't mean to ask that. Oh god… I'm sorry, my lady."
Eleanor flinched a bit internally, but her exterior remained stoic. Please, God, don't call me that… "You don't have to apologize… it was hardly out of line, I suppose…"