Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 22, 2011 7:45:44 GMT -8
At first, Arthur just nodded congenially, concentrating his efforts in keeping the injured teenager balanced and not running into anyone on the busy street. Although he couldn't help but glance at the dress the other was wearing - yes he would fix it as promised, but he wondered if Felicks had any well... clothing appropriate for working on a ship such as the Grim. Fancy dresses certainly wouldn't work well with the tar and the soot.
"Do you have a place you're staying at currently? I can have one of my crew come and pick up your affects after we get on board." If he didn't well, Arthur didn't mind either lending some out (they were relatively the same height, though Felicks was ever slimmer than he was) or even buying something. As the scents of the docks - salt water, smoke, tar, birds, fish; all very familiar and comforting to the British Captain - became more and more pronounced, he couldn't help but feel come confident in what he'd just done.
Yes, he was going behind the back of his Queen. And yet... he felt very little in the way of guilt towards it. Perhaps it was her going behind his back and lying. But that wasn't it exactly... it was more like he was... disappointed in her. Like he had told her to stay out of the cookie jar and came back to find her elbows deep in it. It was, easily said, an odd emotion now that he had calmed down from his initial anger.
And now it was up to him to find out what was going on. Investigating - nay, spying - upon Her Majesty the Queen? He would have to put his talents to the test and pray he didn't get caught. Or he would lose everything.
"Do you have a place you're staying at currently? I can have one of my crew come and pick up your affects after we get on board." If he didn't well, Arthur didn't mind either lending some out (they were relatively the same height, though Felicks was ever slimmer than he was) or even buying something. As the scents of the docks - salt water, smoke, tar, birds, fish; all very familiar and comforting to the British Captain - became more and more pronounced, he couldn't help but feel come confident in what he'd just done.
Yes, he was going behind the back of his Queen. And yet... he felt very little in the way of guilt towards it. Perhaps it was her going behind his back and lying. But that wasn't it exactly... it was more like he was... disappointed in her. Like he had told her to stay out of the cookie jar and came back to find her elbows deep in it. It was, easily said, an odd emotion now that he had calmed down from his initial anger.
And now it was up to him to find out what was going on. Investigating - nay, spying - upon Her Majesty the Queen? He would have to put his talents to the test and pray he didn't get caught. Or he would lose everything.
