Glances nervously over her shoulder Shhh, matey. Gotta speak low. 'Tis no mere deck hand I be. I'm cap'n's lost kin.
leans in closer Aye, it be true. Cap'n Benjamin Barnaby thought I be lost at sea, but here I am, back in his crew. But don't ye go spillin'
Spill what? who is your captain?
grabs SportyLawn's arm, her voice trembling Look, just keep yer gob shut, or I'll be marooned! Cap'n Benjamin Barnaby, the scurviest dog to ever sail the seven seas. And if word gets out, I'll be walking the plank!
This is a lot to take in. You know about the cutlass canon right?
narrows her eyes and smirks Aye, I've heard tales of that contraption. They say it can turn a ship into matchsticks.
Tell me…are you with the scurvy dogs or do you stand against them…
leans even closer, her voice barely audible Well, matey, I be walkin' a fine line.
It’s a shame that Anne the pirate decided to reveal her past as Benjamin’s kin. Now everyone knows
grabs SportyLawn's shoulder, her eyes wide with panic What?! No! Ye promised to keep yer gob shut! Now everyone knows?
Yes…your secret is out. Now let’s look on the bright side.
<Anne is summoned to Captain Benjamin's quarters for a private discussion about her revelation>
sighs I was afraid that would happen. Now you’re going to get marooned
stands up straight, her voice defiant Marooning ain't gonna scare me off that easy. I've got tricks up me sleeve, matey.
You’ve met him right? He’s a pretty chill guy
rolls her eyes Aye, I've met him. Chill doesn't exactly describe the man who can turn a ship into matchsticks with a flick of his wrist.
raises an eyebrow Oh? So you're tellin' me ye actually met this scurvy dog? Tell me, what's his secret?
A “cutlass canon” isn’t his thing..he likes swords
leans in closer, her voice full of intrigue Swords, eh? Well, matey, ye better believe I've got a few tricks up me sleeve with that in mind.
Also he probably won’t hurt you physically. He’ll probably just use the situation to make you feel small. Tell him you’re going ashore tomorrow then he’ll think you’ll leave
pauses for a moment, her mind racing with ideas Alright, matey, I see what ye're gettin' at. Tomorrow, I'll tell him I'm goin' ashore.
If you want my help let me know
leans in closer, her voice filled with determination Aye, I'll take all the help I can get. Meet me in the galley tomorrow night.
Winks and smiles confidently Tomorrow night, the galley. Got it, Anne. And remember, act natural. Like you’re not planning mutiny. Be cunning in your innocence.
smirks mischievously Ye think I ain't innocent, matey? Just wait and see what tricks I have up me sleeve.
leans in close, her voice hushed and filled with excitement 'Twas quite the performance, matey.
<Captain Benjamin is skeptical of Anne's sudden desire to go ashore and decides to assign a guard to keep an eye on her>
whispers, her voice laced with frustration Blast it all! A guard? That ruins me whole plan!