05-27-2019, 11:00 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]Admittedly, Goldie was quite disappointed when she'd came back from the dead and found that Mynthe had left their crew. Finding a slave upon their shores was something she wished to focus on - to make sure she treated well. She wanted nothing more than to help the female, though, of course, she's no idea of what her background is. She doesn't know if she even could make the same mistakes as she had, but the urge to do what she could remained within her. Clearly, the female never needed anyone to tell her she could act on her own accord, and it did not seem she was in danger of going back to the stinking desert, but she still worried. And, honestly, she was intrigued by the female. How long had she been a slave? How had she become one? What was her life before? What did she like to do? Would she like being a pirate? Or being the captain's friend? Her mind wandered back to the female many times she found herself falling asleep, when she is lost in her thoughts. The captain wished she could at the very least know what had happened to her. Nonetheless, life went on, and she needed to always focus on her crew before anything else. The curiosity and concern she felt towards the female would need to only exist as thoughts in the back of her mind.
Today, however, that wish to know would be filled, it seems. She was drawn by the growling, and then the soft voice of Darksouls. Unfortunately, if the female was to be shocked to hear that Goldenluxury was still captain, she wouldn't have much time to react. The tigress moved her paws quickly, a concentrated look on her features. When she saw the creature laying on the rock, she would observe for a few moments, only to realize who the individual was. She pushes herself in front of the reindeer, slit pupils locked upon the female, though she was careful in her movements, not moving too quickly now. "Mynthe?" came her voice softly, perhaps sharper and deeper than the female might remember, though still very much her voice - the Irish and country accents mixing into one. "Are ya okay?" The scars, the messy fur, and skinniness she had worried the female deeply. It reminded her of when the female first arrived in the crew to join. "We should get ya somethin' t' eat. Somethin' small, so ya don' get sick."
Today, however, that wish to know would be filled, it seems. She was drawn by the growling, and then the soft voice of Darksouls. Unfortunately, if the female was to be shocked to hear that Goldenluxury was still captain, she wouldn't have much time to react. The tigress moved her paws quickly, a concentrated look on her features. When she saw the creature laying on the rock, she would observe for a few moments, only to realize who the individual was. She pushes herself in front of the reindeer, slit pupils locked upon the female, though she was careful in her movements, not moving too quickly now. "Mynthe?" came her voice softly, perhaps sharper and deeper than the female might remember, though still very much her voice - the Irish and country accents mixing into one. "Are ya okay?" The scars, the messy fur, and skinniness she had worried the female deeply. It reminded her of when the female first arrived in the crew to join. "We should get ya somethin' t' eat. Somethin' small, so ya don' get sick."
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.