Who: Abigail Whistler What: Thinking Where: Bow of The Pearl. When: Late at night Rating: TBD Status: Open or closed it doesn't matter.
Her elbows rest on the edges of the railing, the cool night air blowing against her face. The last few years had been hard, more so than she'd ever anticipated. The night she was caught was much like this night. Dark, dismal and chillish. Abby had spared King finding out about it. Her captivity hadn't been a long one. But it was torturous. When conscious she didn't think about it. Over the years while she'd worked with King, taught him a few small things since he was already a great fighter, he'd taught her a few things as well.
He didn't let her whine or complain much, told her to fight through it. Anger could be used as a very formidable weapon, or a fatal weakness. While he played the part of the sarcastic smartass, Hannibal King was so much more and she knew it. He was a sensitive man when need be, not one to ever sugar coat. But most importantly, he was her friend, the best anyone in this world could ask for. No matter what, she knew she could and would always depend on him when things got too rough. He'd always have her back.
Her eyes closed, the cool breeze sweeping the soft strands of hair back from her face. A single tear crept from behind her eyelids, falling down her cheek. Truth was now, she wondered if he was better off not having her around. Had he made a new life for himself that he didn't need a partner anymore. Had this world changed them both far too much to even recognize one another?
He'd said he's missed her though, in those e-mails. Maybe it was just to spare her feelings, she didn't know. What she did know was that she couldn't wait to see him. Once she could see him face to face, know without a shadow of a doubt he was okay she could then relax.
"Wind's a bit cold out here lass. Don't think it wise for you to be out here all on your lonesome. While we may be on the same side, we still be pirates, and you're just the right amount of.." Jack made a suggestive motion with his hands, referring to her body. "Curves to entice less of a gentleman that you're accustomed to." There was a toothy grin, his gold tooth gleaming in the moonlight.
Abby's jaw clenched as he rest his hands on her shoulders. "I'm more than capable of handling and taking care of myself captain. Now if you don't mind." She cocked a brow at him and motioned to his hands.
"On the contr'ry luv, I don't mind a'tall." His fingers curled around her upper arms as he got closer to her side, attempting his own brand of friendliness. "Though, t'be perfec'ly honest with ya luv, I'd much rather be touchin' ya elsewhere." His grin was somehow brighter and he wiggled his brows at her. "Savvy?"
"I asked you nicely." She shook her head, reached her hand up and grabbed one of his hands, quickly wrenching his arm behind his back painfully enough to raised on his tiptoes. "While I appreciate what you're doing for us captain, you're being compensated for it. Nowhere am I included in the bargain. I suggest you keep your hands to yourself, unless you'd rather find yourself thrown over your own boat the next time you think to lay a hand upon me.
Abby gave him a good shove and then walked away, heading below to where she'd been shown a room. Apparently she and Selene, along with a few other women were sharing quarters. Just to make things even and fair among the masses. Walking in to the room she was careful to remain quiet for those that were asleep. Taking a seat on some crates near a window she stared out it, arms crossed over her crouched knees, chin resting against them as she looked out over the silvery water.