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Genevieve paused her searching, just for a moment. She had been searching for a few hours now, and she knew that in the larger scheme of things, it was wasting time, but really…she didn’t give a damn, and she wanted her matches back. 
She didn’t know the crew well enough to go around asking or accusing anyone of anything, and she certainly knew that if she brought this up to someone of higher standing, the chances of her being ridiculed for wasting time was…high. Too high for her liking. 

The young woman sighs, resting her head on the wall of the bay. She curses softly under her breath, closing her eyes. Maybe she should check below where some of the crew, along with herself, sleeps. 

“Okay…” she sighs softly, straightening everything up once more before she walks out to the main deck. She waves at a few members, smiling to some. Gen wasn’t exactly cutthroat most of the time, she enjoyed the more gentle side of things. That’s why she was a healer.
Although gruesome at times, she still was in the calmer area of piracy. 

Once she crosses the deck, the sun shining in the eyes, the rays beating down with an occasional break from a cloud, she hums to herself. It was a small tune, one stuck in her head that she couldn’t quite place, but it was no matter. She doesn’t notice anyone down here yet, but upon smelling the all to familiar sent of freshly burnt wood, she freezes. Her matches. 

“Hello?” She calls quietly, hoping someone would answer and not make her seem crazy, but not only answer, she was hoping they had her matches.