Robyn sat in her quarters, reclining in her chair, her feet resting on the flat of the desk, ankles crossed, a half empty bottle of rum beside her, reading and rereading the manifest in her lap. Reading was always difficult for her, as a child when she was learning she'd found that she used to invert the letters in her head. It was a struggle when she was a child, and it was difficult for her now but she -like most everything- she worked through it.
It just made remembering the information a little harder.
She was reading through the manifest a forth time when James entered her cabin. She looked up and smiled.
James Flint, once a ginger beard brute, now, a fearsome pirate. He didn't know it, but he made her happy in a way she'd never thought possible. After all of her lost, and all of her pain. After meeting him, it was as if she were seeing in color for the first time and honestly, it scared her.
"We're coming up on Nassau, Captain." He said and she nodded. "Good." She said, removing her legs from the desk and setting the manifest down as he shut the door behind him, and she grinned kittenishly. "Once we're on land I want a few more bottles of that rum, you, a bed, and not to leave that bed for at least a week." He said, with his own wolfish grin, something that always upped her temperature.
"That can be arranged" She said as she stood, walking over to him, and sliding her arms around his neck. "Although,I don't imagine a week would be long enough." She said before pressing a kiss to his lips, enjoying the way his beard tickled her chin.
She pulled back and then remembered something. "Oh, I've a surprise for you." She said, and reached behind her desk, not bothering to go around it so that he could get a peek of her backside as she bent over.
She pulled a box from the drawer and presented it to him.
"Here, It was on the merchant ship, in the captians quarters, it wasn't listed on the manifest, and I thought you might like it."
She said, and opened the box. Inside was a flintlock, wooden siding and gold around the handle, what was special about it, was the gold design, interweaving lines that shaped into a wolf's head. She knew he'd had a wolf as a friend once, and lost it, he still wore it's teeth around his neck, and she thought he would appreciate it.
She looked up at him, waiting for his reaction with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.