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"ᴾᶠᶠᵗ,ʸᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ᶠˡʸ,ˡᵉᵗ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ˡⁱˡ ᵒˡ' ᵐᵉ."
She mumbled, yet it was still audible even to Agatha. Perhaps she did that on purpose.
"Well then, welcome aboard me ship, lil lass. Just call me 'Captain,' aye? Heheheh. . ."
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For Francis, boldness and courage were qualities worthy of respect, especially being daring enough to board her ship uninvited. Yet there was something about this young woman that felt. . . foreign. It left her wondering whether Agatha was someone she could trust.
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( mary read .ᐣ no , anne bonny wouldn't be far , then ... this boat looks european , but agatha can't fathom who this might be ... 💭 )
how troublesome that she couldn't identify them ... at least drake doesn't seem ready to throw the stowaway overboard .
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Finally, she put an end to the awkwardness by returning that same smirk. It seemed like Agatha has earned Francis' trust, but not enough to know her true name. At least, not yet.
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". . . Set aside the hostility, Archer.
I seek no treasure nor
anything else from ye.
I just wanna know if life be treating ye well ever since the last time we met."
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The pirate obeyed, stepping into the dressing booth to change. Yet, not even five minutes later, Francis emerged, loudly complaining.
"Lil lass, what in the devil's name be these?! Ye can't seriously expect me t' wear 'em!
These be completely off me style ══ !"
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" I'm the one doing you a favor here. Keep looking like that and you'll make a scene. With haste. "
*about 20 minutes later...*
" these should fit, now go. I'll wait outside, try not to act stupid after I dress you up... "
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". . .Arrrgh, what a pain in the arse ye are.
Fine, fine. Alright, then. I'll follow ye, but only 'cause I fancy seein' them clothes. They better be worth it, or else I'm outta here."
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"Fetch me them. . . 'modern' clothing ye spoke o'. Ye got me curious, lil lass.
Mayhap it'll fit me.
I sure do hope they ain't only yer size."
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