For the first time he called her ‘your grace’, making her smile a little. He was trying hard to stay formal and respectful, though she did not know how much effort it took from him. “Still, aren’t there bloodthirsty female pirates that would make you happy? I mean, my father always told me behind every man is a woman, taking care of him and making his life that little bit more pleasant than it in reality is.” Allison nodded, clearly searching for the proper words to translate his fathers dialogue. He once said it when he was extremely drunk after a huge fight they had about arranged marriage. It seemed like he wanted to make it up to her, but failed miserably. He screwed things up with his wife, her mother, and anything he said about relationships just sounded ridiculous. 

“Fair enough, if you are happy with the life you’re having right now, you shouldn’t change a thing about it.” His way of admiring his cabin but also the words he used to describe his life made Allison jealous. She started to envy him, for what he had and what he had reached. What did she reach? Nothing at all. Being pretty and learning how to behave. “I envy you.” She finally said. “Your life is exciting and interesting. It wouldn’t be my cup of tea I’ll give you that, but at least you’ve did something you’re proud off.” She didn’t look at him when she spoke, feeling he did not deserve to look into her eyes as she told him the truth, showing her envy. It was not a beautiful thing to be jealous of someone, but she might as well. He kidnapped her, no need to conceal the truth now. 

When he lifted his arm and laid it around the back of the couch, Allison quickly sat up a little, frowning to his sudden change of attitude. “I’m sure there are, but I am quite serious about this. I want to learn it properly, and not with a drunk whom barely can't keep his eyes of my body.” She snapped back at him, not taking the bait he was throwing her. 

It was already quite late, she then figured. Since all she could see out of the window of his cabin was dark, all day long, she had no clue what time it was. Luckily, he kept a clock up on the wall together with all his other prizes. It was nearly 11 PM, making Allison yawn at the thought of still being awake. She rubbed her eyes just lightly, not trying to show Vincent how tired she was. He’d probably make a snide comment about the little girl being exhausted. Or if he could join her in the bed later. “Is there some place I could wash up, get dressed and maybe.. Sleep?” She then said, now looking back at him.