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[color=efd7ad]Time:[/color] 10:00 am
[color=efd7ad]Location:[/color] Port Vanarosa, Ship
[color=efd7ad]Interactions:[/color] [@Helo] Nym | [@Potter] Tigerlily | [@Infinite Cosmos] Tesoro
[color=efd7ad]Mentions:[/color] [@tae] Lizzie | [@alivefalling] Barboda 
[color=efd7ad]Equipment:[/color] [hider]
clothing
longsword
two daggers
her bow + arrows
backpack including:
[url=https://www.instagram.com/p/CRh-xIshIux/]pathfinder coin[/url]
one change of clothing
some rations (incl. water)
a pouch with 415 amas
a blanket
a washing cloth
a location sender
hair ties
a small one-hand shovel[/hider]
[hr][i]Action in inventory: 
gain of 10 amas (posting within 72h)
loss of 205 amas (given to Lizzie, previous post)
gain of one [url=https://www.instagram.com/p/CRh-xIshIux/]pathfinder coin[/url] (strange gift, previous post)[/i]
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As everyone went their respective ways aboard the ship, leaving her and Nym alone, Éliane was too deep in thought to start a conversation. In her lap, beneath the table, her fingers played with the heavy pathfinder coin the stranger had provided her with. It wasn't so much the coin that held her attention though. It was the stranger. Éliane knew the old woman might have been nothing else but a little senile and had mistaken her for someone else or had some other reality cloud her mind to make her think giving Éliane the coin had such a grave impact. Or maybe she hadn't thought anything at all and had gone with the swift winds of her mind without further intentions. However, she still couldn't shake it. It made her feel... something. Unease? A little, yeah, certainly. But also curiosity. And the heaviness on her shoulders and the strange grip around her inner organs suggested she gave some belief to the woman's words. [i]"You are IT!"[/i], she had said. And it was most likely she had not known what that meant herself. So why did Éliane feel like it had meant anything at all? Why did she feel it was [i]important[/i]. [color=efd7ad][i]Silly, young heart[/i][/color], she scolded herself. [i][color=efd7ad]Looking for meaningful adventures where there are none.[/color][/i]

But there was something else bothering her mind. Had she made the right decision coming aboard this ship? Agreeing to Lizzie's rules? It had taken her a little by surprise how strict and cruel the woman could appear. [color=efd7ad][i]A healthy reminder that I do not know her. As much as my heart yearns and quakes, still, to find her protected and well - which she undoubtedly can provide for herself with uttermost success -, it still longs for the connection it felt the first time we met.[/i][/color] And that had been not much more than an hour or so ago! Lizzie had no doubt found her crew and ship fast. What a turn of events. Being chased by light elves - [i]whyever did they do that?[/i] - to a captain of a full crew with a fully stocked ship in about an hour. Impressive.

And with Barboda on board, it seemed they were already well provided with a skilled cook. A skill that Éliane found to soften the hard edges of her brain surrounding her doubts about this man. Of course, a good meal didn't mean he'd cause them no harm. But he had shown respect to not only Lizzie but the whole crew by going out of his way with this matter. She would not let her mind ease up yet but it was a start.

As her mind ran a mile an hour and again and again in circles, always coming back to the old woman, to her decisions, to Lizzie's attitude - especially the change in it that she had witnessed -, she repeated the five rules of the ship again and again.

1. Equality in decisions
2. Fairness considering their loot
3. Maintaining one's weapons
4. No causing harm by accident, intention or disserting during a battle
5. Peacekeeping aboard the ship - no weapons shall be raised against one another

The rules were more than justified. Éliane didn't see anything wrong with them. The things that irked her were the punishments. Of course on a pirate ship, there would be punishments. She might have been naive, but not [i]that[/i] naive. However, the idea of whips and execution didn't sit too right with her. [color=efd7ad][i]That's how it goes when you enter a new world. You learn their rules, their customs. And you adapt to them as much as your own person allows it.[/i][/color] All of them had agreed to those terms. Not one of them would be thrown into a situation where they would be treated unfairly by their captain. They had agreed to the punishments should they break the rules. As tough and terrible as Lizzie seemed and acted - and Éliane had seen the world, she [i]knew[/i] that Lizzie would see through with it if it meant to keep face, to keep her position, to provide fairness -, she still trusted that Lizzie would judge fairly. And of course, the crew had a say in everything. [color=efd7ad][i]Different approaches to justice are not morally wrong just because they are different. On a ship like this, where people live close together and must trust one another with their lives, strict rules about breaking such trust or endangering the crew are necessary.[/i][/color]

But what a change in tone... Éliane couldn't stop thinking about how the Lizzie she had met had talked to her, had made her swoon. And how the Lizzie now was talking to the crew. Establishing her position, of course. Establishing that she was not one to be fucked with. Éliane could understand that. She just hoped Lizzie would find it in her to open her heart to the crew and, if a safe option, possibly to her.

Another - albeit slighter - concern of hers was Tigerlily. The woman seemed very focused on prince Helio. It was not unusual for Tigerlily to find special interest in certain special people. But Éliane could not let go of the feeling that there was something she didn't know. Not that she needed to. Tigerlily was more than equipped to take care of herself and didn't need anybody knowing her business. But she hoped that Lily knew she was a safe place to come to should her heart desire some emotional support. On her travels, she had met many people and most of them had not been open with their feelings. In a world like this, emotions were handicaps. And yet, Éliane refused to let this world harden her. Not yet. Not anytime soon if she could help it. After 512 years of life, you've seen some things.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Tigerlily's voice. Only now, as she returned her attention to the outside world, did she realize she had not touched the meal yet. A soft smile crept onto her face at the sight of the woman. [color=efd7ad][i]Really gotta stop all the depressive thinking, I'm gonna knock my own brain out.[/i][/color] She shoved the coin into her backpack and began to eat small portions of different options, keeping it vegetarian for now.

As Lily changed her clothes with the little show of hers, Éliane couldn't help but smile to herself. Typical Lily, was it not? But the blue-haired devil was right. It was damn hot, the summer was really beating down on them. And although Éliane had had her swim of the day - and her clothes were still damp from it as it had been only about an hour ago -, her face lit up when Nym offered her to join them. Her lips curled into a mischievous half smile. [color=efd7ad]"Funny you should ask. My morals seem to have taken a little... dip. Must be too hot for me to think straight."[/color]

She shoveled some more food down her throat as she already began to lift herself off her seat. With a soft motion, she pulled the damp clothes off of her body and revealed her undergarments. [color=efd7ad]"My swim this morning ended quite... [i]spicy[/i]. I guess cooling down a little is appropriate."[/color] Her eyes landed on Nym's. [color=efd7ad]"I would greatly enjoy seeing you dip into the waters."[/color] She had seen a lot but she had never seen a shark-demi human in the sea. Frankly, he was a nice sight to look at in any place but the waters were part of his nature. She almost envied him for that. [color=efd7ad]"In any way, if we don't go for a swim I should really get changed into dry clothes."[/color]

In that moment Éliane's attention flew to the entrance through which Barboda and Lizzie had disappeared down into the ship. A man had walked into the room. Éliane was certain he had not been part of the crew when the crew had boarded the ship. So he must have been down there before they had come aboard. Immediately, her brain connected his appearance with Barboda. Barboda had been the first on the ship, he must have known. Maybe even brought him on. She wasn't sure what to make of this new information. She recognized the man as a light elf, that much was clear. With a soft smile, Éliane greeted the stranger. [color=efd7ad]"We were just about to go for a swim. I'm assuming you've met the captain?"[/color] Éliane couldn't even be bothered that this man met her with barely any clothes on. Being rid of the damp fabric on her skin was such a release.

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