Woman Overboard!!, Ivar and Jane

[ivar drognon]

"Yes well, you are the medic. I only know how to quickly patch someone up so they can get back to raiding," Ivar said nonchalantly as he followed Amelia towards he small room. All of the crew members kept a small set of quarters in the Cave, just a little place to keep treasured belongings between acts of unspeakable piracy. Ivar preferred to stay aboard the ship, he was the only crew member who did not maintain a room in the Cave; being a First Mate gave him considerable perks.

As Ivar walked with Amelia, his eyes watched her enter her house. The faint lines of Amelia's considerably exquisite bottom showed through the wet linen garments she wore. Something deep within Ivar stirred, like a dragon wishing to unleash himself upon the young woman burning and ravaging her until his passions were slaked. "Uhm, sure... he said quietly, stepping into Amelia's apartment.

The apartment was smallish and drafty, qualities that the other apartments shared. A chill crept up Ivar's back, stifling the raging dragon within momentarily. "I remember this room. Use to use it for storage."

[amelia jane morgan]

"Storage!? Oh, you've shoved me in a closet now have you, like a house elf?" she looked offended. "I see, and here I was going to make you tea, and cake, and regal you with stories of..." she stopped to ponder that, nothing came to mind. "never mind that!" she tried not to laugh while tossing a warm towel to him, and waving her want at the hearth where a fire sprang to life.

His quietness was noted. This was not a side of the First Captain she'd ever seen, most often he was brooding, loud, harsh. "No need for shyness here... I won't bite you, you know." she grinned quite the devious grin. "Unless you give me a reason.." Inching around him her hand moved to close the door, not only for privacy from the others who might be lurking around. But it was kiiinda cold out in the bay.

"Sit, dry off. I will make something warm to drink" On a nail hung her favorite fluffy bath robe, she flung it over her shoulders and sighed. The warmth was comforting as she move around the tiny dwelling. Knocking stacks of books over to make room.

[ivar drognon]

A devilish smile formed at the corners of Ivar's mouth. "Not at all, the house elves stayed on the ship in the steerage deck. They preferred that over something we might consider fancy, like a storage shed." Ivar was deliberately trying to gouge Amelia into a discussion, something about how she looked when she was upset made Ivar's dragon burn.

Amelia's room reminded Ivar of a bookshop that he once went to in Salem. It was shady, cramped, slightly gaudy with books, but quaint. Amelia's room fit that description completely. He took a seat on something that resembled a chair in a former life, a stack of old teenage romance novels was to his left and crime novels to his right. One book drew Ivar's attention, picking it up he stifled a chuckle. "I see you have kept your reading within the realm of annoying," he said as he picked through the pages of Breaking Dawn. "Friends don't let friends read this."

[amelia jane morgan]

Her face turned bright red as he held up a copy of Breaking Dawn. "Oi... that, I.. it was -" her mouth stood open, frantically searching for a decant excuse. "Aiden made me do it. She loves the sparkly one, fancies him, if you will." For now what would do. She could not help but smile as she darted behind her dressing screen.

"Help yourself to some tea! and there are cookies in that jar above the fire. Just don't finish off the chocolate ones, those I would fight to the death for." Cookies were her downfall, having grown up in the home of a baker, and her first job working in a candy shop.

As she quickly undressed, and redressed, articles of clothing flew over the screen. Once she peeked over to make sure he was not looking... or worse, discovering her more embarrassing reading materials.

[ivar drognon]

"Ah, she does like shiny objects. I had assumed that was just gold." Ivar found women to be a complete and bloody mess; their emotions were contradictions in motion and they actively attempted to enlist men in their insanity. Over the screen shade Ivar did notice the articles of clothing that Amelia stripped off and threw over the top. For a split second he had a mad desire to break that screen down and take Amelia in a manly way, but he was not sparkly and smelled of low tide.

"Thanks," he exclaimed as he took the jar from atop the stove. There were a few chocolate cookies, but mostly there were lemon cookies with sprinkles. Ivar helped himself to two of them and a cup of tea. As he drunk his fingers played along the bookshelf admiring the literary abilities of Amelia. She had some fine story books, but mostly trashy romance novels. "You ever consider reading something practical?"

[amelia jane morgan]

"Practical.." she chuckled, her father used to say that. Always pushing his daughter to dream less of all things fantastical. "Sure, all the time. Actually something in Aiden's office that caught my attention. A map-" emerging from behind the screen, wearing comfy leggings and oversize knit sweater. "That man, Scurlock, the one I am to watch at the Casino. It was of his ship. What's hidden there, and why does the Cannibal need it so badly?"

This was not the first time Amelia had questioned the crew, and her Capitan. Most of them were kept in the dark of this items use, why is was so important. "If I am to do my job, it's only fair I know... and before you say it's a pile of jewels. I know better. Nothing that meaningless is that well guarded."

Amelia knew Ivar, and it was not likely he'd tell. The man never seemed to trust her much, or anyone else for that matter. "I won't breathe a word of it to anyone.. cross my heart." curling up in a chair just next to him, making an X shape over her chest.

[ivar drognon]

"You shouldn't..." Ivar breathed, his voice full of astonishment. Amelia could be executed for secreting such things away from Aiden, but Aiden would never kill her best friend nor would Ivar consider doing such a thing; that did not discount a very strong flogging. "If Aiden catches you..." he began softly before stopping when his eyes caught the curves of Amelia's breasts as she ran her finger across her chest.

"I-I... uhm... alright," he resigned, sitting down next to Amelia. "We are going to be doing a heist on his ship for that Cannibal. Aiden and you are to go all polite like onto his deck and carouse the crowd a bit. While I break in and crack the safe."