All was quiet on the Pride and Fury, at least mostly quiet. The men came and went as they pleased, especially during the winter months, and it pleased them to be elsewhere?namely brothels, bordellos, and bars?at the present time. Fischer, Stephen's first mate, was fortunate not to be around at the moment; he would have had to go to his Captain, disturb whatever could possibly be going on behind the closed doors of his cabin (and he really did not want to know the details of that), and inform him that he had a visitor. The last time he had done that, he had contemplated stabbing his eyes out. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had just walked in and had seen the Captain's wife undressed, although that could have proved disastrous for his career as a sailor and his life. Unfortunately, she had managed to throw on some clothes by the time he had entered; unfortunately, the Captain had not. He couldn't even look at rope the same way for days afterwards. Again, though, Fischer was fortunately not on board and Stephen and Jewell were left to being informed that they had a visitor by Issy's voice breaking the silence they had been enjoying.



They had indeed been "celebrating" their own way, first at the Inn and then again on the Fury, which included a mix of: tequila, limes, salt, a crowbar, in addition to some other odds and ends that did not include clothing, except for maybe some pieces from Stephen's plunder of naughty undergarments last year. When Issy stepped aboard, though, they were not exactly celebrating so much as conducting a small lover's spat:



Kneeling on their bed, Jewell crossed her arms over her chest, knowing full well that it only enhanced that particularly part of her body when she did so, and frowned at her husband; "But you said it was my choice!"



"Aye, but nae if ye choose tha'."



"But I like when we play the British Officer who kidnaps the pirate's wife to hold her ransom only to realize how beautiful she is and ravish her!"



She did a good impression of a swoon while he gagged. Who knew his wife could be such a ham? "Nae, I am nae playin' tha' out again with ye. Ye know I dinnae like playin' one ov those scumbags. I sae we play the innocent pirate wha' gets drugged an' seduced by the wicked Fae princess tha' only ever 'as bad intentions." He grinned at her, knowing his idea was much better. In fact, it allowed him to just lay back as he was, put his arms behind his head just so, and let his wife do all the work.



"That's not even playing! That really happened!"



"Aye, sae? It still be me favorite after playin' the pirate plunderin' some lass 'e's stolen away. An' since we jus' did tha', twice no less, an' I jus' be newly freed, ye should go easy on me, luv an' let me decide."



"Fine fine." She heaved a sigh before a sly grin rose to replace the exasperation she had been wearing, "You want the wicked, seducing Fae?" He nodded eagerly. "All right, but remember, you asked for it." Her low laughter, sounding every part the wicked Fae, made the hairs on his arms stand up just as that silver sparkle to her eyes, a hint at her glamour, made his brows go up.



She was just moving towards him when Issy's voice drifted down to their cabin. She tossed her head back, a little annoyed; secretly, playing the wicked seducing Fae was one of her favorite roles!



"Go 'way!" Stephen shouted. "Nae one by those names be 'ere!"



Jewell reached over and smacked his chest, which just provoked an eyebrow waggle from her husband, "Yeah?like she'll believe that!"



"Well, maybe ye should go ask 'er tae join us then?"



Jewell rolled her eyes at him, curling up on her side. "Just go see what she wants."



"Me? Why me?"



"Because you've tired me out," she pouted; he responded with a 'pfft,' obviously not believing that one anytime soon. "Fine! Then this is your ship, you are the Captain, and I am just a prisoner who has been badly used by her kidnapper."



"Wrong role, Jewellsie."



"Just go! Do you really want her to come down here and walking in on?well, this?" She gestured to their cabin. It was particularly messy today with a lime rolling across the floor with the motion of the ship, an overturned saltshaker on the map table, a few feathers floating in the air, a frayed rope, and a bent crowbar. "I still can't believe we bent the crowbar," muttering to herself.



"Fine fine," he got up begrudgingly, finding a pair of pants amongst the mess and barely even pulling them all the way on before he was out the door of the cabin. He went upstairs and along a hallway before he came to the deck.

"Issy, come on in an' join the party." Waving to her, then adding. "Dun mind the bloodstains."