The Preacher and the Pirate (Book)
Elizabeth was glad that all the snow was gone. Not just because then they could leave the jail, but because her clothes just weren't meant for snow. It was nice to walk outside and feel warmer than you had inside. She squinted at the small bit of sunshine and waited for Book to catch up with her. Both of them had agreed to head off for some coffee to warm them both up. Better than alcohol, she was done with alcohol for now.
Well, for a little while at least.
Who was she kidding? For today.
In the company of Book, whom seemed to be about as educated as most of the Queen's fleetmen were, which was nice since Pirates couldn't carry on intellectual conversations with anything beside monkeys and seashells. It'd be nice to relax in someone's company who wouldn't suddenly threaten her, and with someone who wasn't expecting a kiss.
It was nice.
They came to the door and Elizabeth, out of habit, opened it for both of them. Pirates didn't open doors for ladies. But Elizabeth would open a door for a priest any day.
"You said you knew something about ships?" Elizabeth was interested in what kind of ships he knew. She wondered if he'd ever heard of the Pearl, or the Empress.