[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmExNzhkZC5UblZ5SUVaaGRHbHUuMAAA/siti-maesaroh.regular.png[/img][/center] [color=Mediumpurple]Time[/color]: Evening [color=Plum]Location[/color]: The Mermaid Fortune, balustrade of the main deck. [color=Mediumpurple]Interactions[/color]: No one [color=Plum]Ambience[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ku1Lhpt_BsM] A troubled mind [/url] [hr] In a rare moment of self imposed solitude the young witch allowed some of her more troubling thoughts to re-enter her mind. She made her way over to the edge of the ship leaning on the wooden balustrade, looking out at the sea. The zephyr winds attempted to blow away the shawls she had tied over her skirts. A set of cleverly sewn on trinkets fastened at the bottom of the fabric weighed them down. Constructed of fine metalwork and precious stones, they sparkled in pale light of the moon and stars. The faces of the people she'd left behind crossed her mind, one by one. The women who raised her, taught her many values and skills and the men who protected her, ever vigilant of her chastity. She had been so quick to leave, feeling betrayed. Trapped in a marriage she didn't want. Nur believed marriage to be curse and she would not submit to it. She was a powerful woman, done her wedding day everything she owned would become the property of her husband, including her body. She would not owned by anyone..... Nur had seen it happen many times with her cousins. The consummation of the marriage left the female members of her family powerless, stripped of their magic for the rest of their lives. Why they would ever agree to that she could never understand. Some agreed to marry for fear of being cast out, afraid to speak up. Once her cousin even convinced her she was in love... In love with the man who would control you for the rest of your life. Nur had laughed at her saying she it was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. They talked about marriage during many sleepless nights. Nur reluctantly helped her prepare for her new life. Even though her community had a very backwards way of thinking and living she missed them. [color=Tomato]“A penny for your thoughts….”[/color] One of the crew mates stumbled into her direction. He swayed on his feet, his pace unsteady. Drunk….. Nur rolled her eyes and turned towards him, ready to tell him off. She was not in the mood for festivities tonight. He flicked up a penny into the air, in effort to impress her, but failed to catch it, almost falling face forward onto the deck. When he got closer to her she could smell the rum. She wrinkled her nose, she hated the smell of strong drink, having come to associate it with tiresome men such as this one. [color=Mediumpurple]“Don’t even try it”[/color] Her tone was serious, and her usually pleasantly smiling lips were drawn into a firm line. The crew member regained his composure and she recognized him. He was one of the men who had a serious case of sea sickness earlier this morning. Through his drunken haze he seemed to remember the same. He put down the bottle of rum on a crate next to him. He passed his hand through his hair, attempting to fix himself up. It didn’t do much good in her opinion. With glazed over eyes and rosy cheeks he could mistake even Malek for a woman probably. [color=Tomato]“You were so nice to me…..and you’re s...so pwretty”[/color] He tried his earnest to not sound as desperate as he really was. Nur was keeping a close eye on him, so when he tried to take her arm, she stepped to the side. It caused him to stumble down hard onto wooden deck with a dull thump. She shook her head. [color=Mediumpurple]“Next time you try to sweet talk a girl, try to be less drunk…”[/color] Nur sneered at him with more venom in her tone then usual. Really it was not the sailor who was to blame for her sour mood, but she didn’t care. She lifted up her skirts and stepped over his sprawled out body. Nur walked slowly alongside the balustrade, the sound of music and laughter in the distance only made her more irritated. She let out a frustrated breath. With so many drunk crew mates she would have to brew up some hangover remedy come morning. Things would have been much easier if she could just use her magic. It was what frustrated her at her core. The young witch did not understand why her power was slipping away from her. It was, as far as she knew unheard of in her community. Every page of every book in her cabin she had consulted. Reading tomes upon tomes from front to back, searching for an answer….. She was just sooo…. ….[b]ANGRY[/b]! Thump.. Thump…. Her fists made a dull sound every time they hit the wood of the balustrade. It hurt, the pain stinging through her hands, but she kept doing it. Again and again. When she finally cooled off, her smooth hands were a bruised mess. Tears welled up in the corner of her pale eyes. She wiped them away impatiently. There had to be something else she could do. She turned to the company of pirates on the main deck, taking note of her fellow crew. Adrielle was leading in the festivities with an inspiring speech, most of which was lost on the troubled young woman. Malek was standing off the side, stern as ever. Katurah was in her element and had surprisingly followed her advice, even though she didn’t quite mean it so literal. Elenei was missing in action, but knowing her she would soon abandon her maps in favor for a good bottle of wine Winifred was handing out pieces of bread, hardened cheese and cured meats. Nur paused at the Mermaid’s fortune sharp mouthed cook. There were rumors going about the ship Winifred had a knack for fortune telling. They failed to say if she was any good or not. As far as she knew Winifred was no witch, even without her magic she could have sensed that. Besides she could not claim the woman for bragging about hidden talents she didn’t have. She did the same. Nur was desperate enough to try her hand at it. There wasn’t a doctor to figure out what was wrong with her, she was the surgeon on this ship. Apart from Aharuhn who would more likely steal what magic she had left, Winifred was the best next thing. Hopefully she knew what was wrong with her.