She stared off into space for a moment, with a very disheartened expression on her face. She then turned to him with a look of relief but also irritation. "I see. Ya really got me there." She gave a nervous laugh.
Jack sensed her annoyance, so he cocked his head and smiled at her. "Payback for that spider prank," he reminded her, raising an eyebrow. "And I didn't even throw in imaginary snakes."
Avice smirked, then shot a smooth smile back at him. "You are the worst." She joked, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out.
He considered it, and then grinned, rolling his eyes slightly as he shrugged. "I try." He stood up, and stretched, and turned his head when he heard his name called. He sighed in mild annoyance as he saw the pair from earlier beckoning him over. The deck was busy with life, and he turned back to Avice. "Do you mind if I go handle that really quickly?"
"Thanks," he said. "Wish me luck. If you see me cough three times, that means I'm relying on you to create a distraction." He turned, took a deep breath, and walked over to the pair. Avice would sit there for a few moments, before she hears a grizzled voice behind her. "Careful about that, girlie." The voice belonged to an elderly sailor, who was watching her with a smirk. "If you don't watch it, I think pretty boy's going to figure out your feelings pretty quickly." He chuckled, a dark sound at the back of his throat, and turned to a sideways barrel, and began to roll it away, singing with a voice as rough as sandpaper. "And up spoke the mate of our gallant ship And a well-spoken man was he I have me a wife in Salem by the sea And tonight she a widow will be." (I made my characters into sims. dear lord. warning: big images Spoiler: natalia Spoiler: jack Spoiler: jade Spoiler: ellia
(Ohmygosh those are so awesome.) Avice jumped at the sound of the sailors voice, and stared at the man with a worried expression. Her hand was placed over her heart, which was beating quickly. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her feelings? She thought about this for a moment, dread weighing her down. Avice didn't think much about her feelings till this moment. She took a moment to clear her head. What a weird guy that sailor was.
(thank you~ I can't draw like you, so i just made sims. ) After a while, Jack walked back, almost running over in his excitement to tell Avice something. "She thinks he's the killer because he borrowed her pen, Avice. Her pen. Why Natalia hired them, I'll never know...." He trailed off when he noticed her expression. "Hey, you okay?"
Avice looked at where the sailor had stood, then back at Jack. "I... Think so? I just. I don't know. I just had some really weird thoughts."
He cocked his head. He seemed to do that a lot, especially when he was thinking. In this situation, she was the subject of his consideration and he regarded her with a concerned expression. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently.
She seemed worried when he said that, and looked at him. "I would rather not... Do you know that old guy is, though? I saw him rolling a barrel earlier."
Jack squinted at the man's retreating back. "That's Mr. Elliott. He's been here forever." He turned to Avice, the look of concern still present on his face. "Did he threaten you or something? Is there anything you need me to do?"
Avice shook her head. "It's nothing. He didn't do anything." She tried to tell herself that there was nothing to worry about, but she couldn't get the thoughts out of her head. "He's a bit strange."
Jack sat back, obviously still a little worried, but he nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't really 'get along' with others, if you know what I mean. Rumor has it though, that he used to be high up in the Edolier military."
Avice smiled, but her eyes didn't show it. "He's probably just crazy." She said, still deep in thought. She wasn't completely sure, though. Maybe that's what she wanted to be true.
Jack chuckled lightly, although he still kept a worried eye on Avice. "You aren't the first to think that, and you won't be the last. Personally, he just kinda creeps me out."
"We was also singing this weird song about a widow, or something along those lines. I don't know, but it was weird."
"Try not to worry about it too much," Jack said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "He's crazy, and he's always talking to himself. You just happened to be nearby, and somewhere in his head he thought it would be funny to mess with you."
Jack shook his head, amused. "I guess he borrowed her pen, and she was convinced that he was going to use it as a weapon, and then use it to write a note to frame her. I guess he was in prison before joining the crew, and ever since she found out, she's been accusing him of crimes left and right."
