"I didn't know if you wanted to help or not, so I didn't ask," she admitted. "But, yes. You helping would be good."
She made her way below deck. It was a bit cold down there, surprisingly, as normal it was hot. "Don't hit your head, mmkay?"
There came a dull thud and he cursed. He ducked under the beam, rubbing his forehead. "What did you say?"
She cracked up, shaking her head as she sat by one of the cannons. "Nevermind. It's.. not important anymore."
"Well... Maybe. I just think that you should try to be more careful, that's all," she said, grabbing a rag.
He screwed up his face in a bad impression of her, walking over to her to take a rag. "Oh, I'm Avice. I think you should be more careful, because I'm quick and pretty. Be more like me, Jack." (Aw.)
She squinted at him, only to realize something as her eyes widened slightly. "Y-you think I'm pretty?" (That's so frickin cute)
He froze and seemed to realize what he had said. "What? N-no. I mean, yes, you're really pretty, but I don't think..." He trailed off in an uncomfortable silence before clearing his throat. "Ahem. Anyway. Could you please toss me that rag?"
She started to work, but quickly pulled her hand towards her, wincing slightly. "Stupid splinter," she cursed lowly, inspecting her hand.
( ;D ) "There's a splinter in my hand and I can't get it out." She sighed, bringing her hand close to her face. Her expression was that of annoyance. "Its irritating."
He hesitated before concern won out, and he reached over to her, hand outstretched. "Here, let me see?"
"Alright," she said easily, holding out her hand for him to see. Her hands were small, and looked more fragile than they actually were, but it was obvious they were strong. "Be careful. It hurts when you touch it."
"I will," he said gently, taking her hand and studying it. His eyes skimmed the splinter with a critical eye and his fingers brushed over it as his brow furrowed. His hands were a curious combination; his fingers were long and thin, built for meticulous, detailed work, and yet they were calloused and strong, reflecting his years on the ship. He cocked an eye brow and looked up at her. "Do you trust me?"
