[center][color=c4df9b][h2]Bridget Josephine McGalley[/h2][/color][/center]

The blazing sun and the heat was getting tiring, even as early as it still was. Bridget had been working in the galley far before the sun decided to make an appearence, knowing fully well that using the ovens and preparing the bread for the day when the heat was fully working would not be wise. The silence and solitude, the relaxing waving of the deck under her feet, that was an added bonus of waking up before anyone else. 

She enjoyed working as a cook in ships, the perfect measure of freedom, the sea, even some adventure, and the peaceful calm of cooking and feeding others. She still had to lend a hand to others from time to time, but it mostly felt like a small diversion, a new thing to try in need, than real tasks, even if she took them as serious as if her life was on the line. And when she helped during the last quick escape of the Gunpowder Storm, it was. 

As the smell of fresh bread reached her, she new everything she could prepare in advance was done for the day. After that, it was only taking off some sweat from her face, and leaving some flour in exchange. Taking off and hanging the cloth she used to cover her own clothes not to make a mess of herself, she turned to the door, quickly getting outside, wanting to enjoy the sun and the peace of being still at the port before having to get back inside and prepare lunch. 

Today, she took more time than she expected, getting used to moving again in a completely full room, the possibilities making her stop to think more than usual. It was nearing midday, and she was sure that soon she'd have to get back to the galley to prepare lunch, but she still wanted to get outside as much as she could. And it was the perfeect moment to do so, as soon as she was out of the galley, getting some fresh air, she saw the movement and anxiousness of the crew, the careful moving and the listening to something going on inside, even if they could hear nothing. [i]Oh, right, the important meeting[/i], she remembered hearing something about it. 

As she got closer to that place, looking for a spot to take a breath and also try to get close to the meeting, as if she could know what was happening inside just by being close, the door opened and a figure got out, the first mate, ready to make the announcement. As soon as the news got out, a few screams of joy started, the excitement of moving again, of going to Nassau, getting to all the crew. Bridget tried to contain herself, happy that they were going back to the sea soon, bot not really minding the destination, but a small smile still got out.