“My grandfather used to say that elegant dresses and stylish accoutrements do not a lady make. A true lady is known by her behavior. So he said.” [ @ [s]dottir[/s] abigail! ]

{ The Pirate Chase Starters } 

Abigail lowered the glass she had admittedly stolen from Captain Flint’s desk in order to better track the stars, gazing still at the unusually bright light of Venus as she considered his words. She’d been melancholy these last few days – a necklace of hers had gone missing, one of the two she had managed to keep all this time, which had been a gift from her mother. She supposed her mood in context with the loss of something pretty might have been mistaken here.

Rather than reveal the truth of the sentiment behind the piece however, Abigail decided to tease her friend by deliberately misunderstanding him. Minimizing the glass, she turned and handed it over to him as she replied, “I am well aware that thievery is not lady like captain, but then neither is piracy I dare imagine. You hardly need to remind me I am behaving boorishly for a girl of my background.”

She let that hang between them a moment before she smiled, letting him know she was only teasing. “If you do happen to find the culprit, please let them know I am not angry – I would simply like to trade them my other one. That necklace holds more value to me in sentiment than I could ever get for it in gold, that’s all.”