Antonia smiled to herself as she peered down from the mast, not really wondering at her sudden good fortune, that at least one opportunity she had hoped for had come open, but so very glad nonetheless. The rogue had spent some hours before the ball considering these small tokens she had brought, these gifts of gratitude. For the helmsman, it would be the Admiral Sir Greene himself who would help her find that most perfect of presents. It would take a fellow sailor of course, and a gentleman and a scholar and a trickster himself, to see just the right thing for the ever-smiling-yet-assuredly-not-a-fool Jax. For the First Mate though? Oh that would take a touch more thought there, to be sure. A great deal more thought, a far harder bout of searching (no small thing in the matter of hours she had before Commander Murray's ball), and quite a good chunk of her own silver - enough perhaps to raise the brow of even her dear Captain Silverfish. Hand-under-hand, Antonia let herself down the rigging toward the deck until, about a third of the way down, she flipped to her belly. Her legs wrapped easily about the ropes, she eased herself above where the First Mate stood, dangling head down, the thick black braid of hair falling over her shoulder. [i]"Bon matin, Mademoiselle[/i] Beauchamp," the rogue said so very softly, her voice not much more than a gentle sea breeze behind that lovely golden head. Hanging upside down as she was, Antonia grinned impishly as she tapped Nicolette's ebony-clad shoulder. Oh [i]how[/i] her agile fingers itched to play. Just like a naughty child trying so [i]very[/i] hard to be good, it was all she could do not to tweak at that tightly wound wrap of hair playfully, perhaps even slice at the cord that held it all so perfectly, pristinely in place, and see her hair spill down about her shoulders. "Do you have a moment to spare?" And yet not surprisingly, Antonia doubted very much that First Mate Beauchamp would see the humor in her whimsy, and so she only smiled widely, grey eyes laughing merrily.