07-19-2019, 08:44 PM
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]She would give a slight nod to the female's response. She supposes she was a bit more fortunate, too, being the captain's daughter and all. Most folks knew better than to show her a hard time, either they were afraid of her or of her papa (or even both). Caesar, perhaps, was the only exception to this, but she had confidence as a child that he was simply an asshole - not someone to betray them. And, ultimately, she'd been mostly correct, up until she and Bakugou had been chosen over him as quartermaster, and he decided to show them all his true colors. He'd not shown face since, though, and she'd little reason to worry over him. He wasn't very strong in the first place, just really fucking sadistic and hot-headed. She didn't find herself running into anyone else - besides the male she'd already thought of - that she'd think would betray her. Of course, there were their previous allies - all of them. All of them can go burn for all she cares (one of them did, too).
Her ears would perk a little curiously about Beck being a sore spot, wondering what the child was up to now, only for her question to immediately be answered. Burned her cigarettes, oh. It'd been a while since she'd encountered anyone who smoked, it seemed like most folks knew the harms with it. Of course, she didn't know why Beck did it nor did she plan to judge Sam for it. It wasn't her life - everyone had their reasoning behind the shit they chose (now, whether or not it was always good reasons, she was not to be the judge of, most of the time). He'd been chaotic and destructive, but she still couldn't help but think of him fondly as an old friend ."Thas' a shame. The lil' guy saved my life once or twice," the female would state lightly, tilting her head back. She'd made some pretty stupid choices as a kid. "M' papa smoked," the words were a casual remark, not really eliciting any sort of reply, but lead into her next set of words. "Could prolly find some lyin' 'round somewhere." Maybe not the most responsible offer, but it wasn't her job to monitor everyone's health - so long as they weren't dying on her. She's the pirate captain, not the world's doctor.
"You're on some rich pirates' good sides now, so do with that what ya will," Goldie would joke, chuckling. Truthfully, she had way too much shit - she just really liked collecting, even if she did eventually get tired of having all of it and gave it away. It made for useful events and unique gifts, which was certainly one of her specialties.
Her ears would perk a little curiously about Beck being a sore spot, wondering what the child was up to now, only for her question to immediately be answered. Burned her cigarettes, oh. It'd been a while since she'd encountered anyone who smoked, it seemed like most folks knew the harms with it. Of course, she didn't know why Beck did it nor did she plan to judge Sam for it. It wasn't her life - everyone had their reasoning behind the shit they chose (now, whether or not it was always good reasons, she was not to be the judge of, most of the time). He'd been chaotic and destructive, but she still couldn't help but think of him fondly as an old friend ."Thas' a shame. The lil' guy saved my life once or twice," the female would state lightly, tilting her head back. She'd made some pretty stupid choices as a kid. "M' papa smoked," the words were a casual remark, not really eliciting any sort of reply, but lead into her next set of words. "Could prolly find some lyin' 'round somewhere." Maybe not the most responsible offer, but it wasn't her job to monitor everyone's health - so long as they weren't dying on her. She's the pirate captain, not the world's doctor.
"You're on some rich pirates' good sides now, so do with that what ya will," Goldie would joke, chuckling. Truthfully, she had way too much shit - she just really liked collecting, even if she did eventually get tired of having all of it and gave it away. It made for useful events and unique gifts, which was certainly one of her specialties.
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.