{ Don’t Starters }
Abigail continued to stare ahead unseeingly for a time, her only defence against the tears that tracked down her face being to wait them out and refuse to acknowledge them. She did lift her chin a little at the insinuation she was alone – Abigail knew better than to believe she didn’t have at least two shadows.
There were captains invested in her for various reasons she had yet to wholly discern and, strange as it was considering they were not only pirate captains, but the very same ones which had burned down the fortified town her father had staked his career on building, she trusted them both to make sure she would always be safe on the streets of Nassau – at least, physically.
She doubted either of them, let alone her shadows, knew what to do with a woman in tears.
Sighing, she raised her arm and dabbed her face clear with her sleeve before replying quietly, “I’m alright – it’s just a moment of silliness taking over me, that’s all.” To think some part of her missed the familiar constraints of a society that controlled everything about her, even the extent to which she was allowed to breathe. She had so much freedom here sometimes she just didn’t know what to do with herself, let alone such independence!
Of course it wasn’t like she could really explain that to anyone here. Those who understood the constraints had either been banished from them most cruelly, or had spent their whole lives clawing to escape them. It seemed unkind to expect them to sympathize in any way, and it was easier to simply allow herself to emote somewhere she would not really be bothered. She could bleed it onto pages later, but at least this way, she’d be able to function well with the worst of it cleared from her system.
“Thank you,” She managed then, remembering her manners as she looked up at Phil. “I didn’t mean to get so distressed – it was kind of you to sit with me.”
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