Joseph stifled a laugh but pulled a half-grin, he had a snaggletooth canine on his left side which was more obvious when he did so, “the [i]Navy[/i] struggle to find and pursue us Miss” he shrugged, he wasn’t quite sure where one lie ended and the other began with this one.. “we will discuss your.. father in due course” he acknowledged, “..and don’t worry, I have windows, this way”.

Joseph escorted Elissa to the main deck, the midday sun was high and the ship had come to a standstill, though it rocked and bobbed on the tide peacefully. The crew had resumed their duties on the ship, the sailingmaster, Rhea observed from the upper deck as Joseph walked with Elissa to his quarters - the girl looked pale and was bundled in a couple of layers including Joseph’s coat - [i]huh, charmer[/i], she mused and grinned to herself. He was one of the good ones, as far as pirates went, though she was careful to assume that even Joseph had his own agendas most of the time. Rhea had long, tight black curls tied and pinned under her hat, and an olive complexion tanned deeper by her exposure out at sea. The sea was home, and freedom to her - freedom and respect, hard earned.

The Captain’s quarters were fairly modest, but a comparable luxury to the rest of the ship. He had a few articles of furniture including an ornate, albeit compact wooden bed with mattress nestled to the wall, and desk and chair at which to write, or examine maps. There were four tall windows to the back of the room facing out towards the rear of the ship and out to the waves in her wake, and a window on each side of the room. It was well kept and tidy. A few candles in lanterns were hung up around the room, they swung gently with the movement of the ship.

“You can rest there” he indicated to the bed, which he rarely used himself, he’d spent too many nights in the past curled up in small spaces, floors and hammocks that it was just unusual for him now, he preferred the couch.