Beatrix was seated at the table with a few other girls, reading over the morning paper as she nibbled on some toast. She was normally the one to read the paper first, the other girls mostly interested in the society pages and not much else. Which she was okay with for the most part, but some mornings it was very tiresome to only really hear about last night's party and not any of the other current events. She didn't notice when there was a knock at the door, only somewhat registering that their house mother had gotten up and gone to the door at all. She couldn't hear her words, but she could hear her tone above the others as they chatted. So it was with some surprise when her name was called and she looked up to find the stern and annoyed face if Ms. Mortimer looking at her. “Me?” she asked confused. “Yes dear girl, you,” the older woman huffed, stepping back into the hall in a rustle of skirts. “Come on now, don't leave him standing like that on our front porch. Unsightly.” Bea stood quickly, dropping her paper down into her vacated seat and hurried to the door. She didn't even mind that Ms. Mortimer was standing almost disapprovingly behind her. “Yes, I'm Ms. Brown,” she nodded, looking him over, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I'm Beatrix Brown. You have a package for me?” ----- [I]Aboard the Valkyrie[/i] “What do you mean that you're leaving?” Will huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He was standing on the outer deck of the Valkyrie, his mechanic standing in front of him with his duffle bag on the ground at his feet. “You cannot possibly be thinking of going right now.” The man shrugged his shoulders some. “Look, captain, I can't stay anymore. My lady wants me home, and I'm inclined to listen when she asks.” Will rolled his eyes some, looking away and out at the dock they were tethered to. “You at least could’ve given me a warning.” The man sighed and rubbed permanently black tinged hands through his short cropped hair. “Well just got the letter today. So I'm givin’ you as much notice as I got.” The captain just grumbled to himself and shook his head. “Fine, I'll send your severance to her address then?” When the old mechanic nodded his own head, Will held out his hand for a shake, smiling at him. “Thank you for your service.” The two shook hands and one departed. He stood there for a long time, arms over his chest, a thinking look on his face. This was not something he needed handed off onto him. Where was he supposed to find someone to keep them all afloat on such short notice? He was itching to get going for some reason, but there was no way they could leave now. He knew enough, he supposed, but he didn't feel comfortable having only him there to fix things if something went wrong. That's what he had someone else for. So there were two of them. Soft footsteps came up behind him and he didn't need to turn to know it was his daughter coming up next to him. Rebeca stopped and looked out where he father unfocusedly looked. “It'll be okay,” she sighed, patting his arm gently. “I can go out and ask around for someone if you like.” He shrugged and turned to face her some. “Maybe later,” he sighed. “Need to see what kind of shape we're in otherwise before we go asking for hands.”