Pirates! (One-on-One)

She came over with two large bowls of stew, placing them hesitantly in front of them.

"These are for you. At your leisure."

 

"Of course," she said gently. "Would you like me to feed Aubrey?"

 

She gave her a small smile before returning to the kitchen.

"Of course. You should rest, Avice."

 

"I'm aware, but you've been through a lot. Rest can save a person."

 

The stew was warm and savory, with some sort of meat, broth, and fresh garden vegetables. Jack didn't wake, but stirred, his brows furrowed in sleep.

 

Miriam glanced around and beamed.

"Really? Oh, that's wonderful. I haven't cooked for people in a while."

 

He shifted tiredly, before his eyes fluttered open and his gaze landed on Avice.

“Hey.”

 

“It’s alright. I was being rude anyways,” he said, sitting up.

 

“Did she?” he asked, looking over at the old woman. “That was sweet of her.”

 

“I didn’t mean to,” he said, yawning. “It was an accident.”