Doreah enjoyed her life for the most part, but found herself a little envious of Isabela’s calling as a pirate. Images popped into her mind of adventures and stolen treasure. She imagined that Isabela would never let some man stick her below deck, away from the real excitement. She’d only had this one conversation with Isabela and already found herself admiring the pirate. It amazed her, to a degree.
“It sounds wonderful.” She grinned. Doreah had no experience to draw images from, but her imagination created vivid imagery on its own. The torrential rain slapping down on the deck, the waves tossing the ship around though not so much as to capsize it... It sounded so exciting. She wished that she could live through such a thing.
“The treasures you must have found!” Doreah had decided in this short time that she would have more conversations with Isabela. Surely there were more stories to be told than could be told in the span of an hour or two.