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How old is Joseph? You may have said before but I’m not sure. I think I put Elissa at 18 or 19 years old.
Okay, talk tomorrow then.
They are both so stubborn! It’s great. Alright.

She was just walking from the garage to the house and hurt it. She wasn’t doing anything strenuous.
That’s fine. I’m trying to make my replies longer to give you more information on her.

Doctors aren’t sure what she did. They think it’s a torn or pulled hamstring.
So he was looking for the dagger. “You took the dagger from me,” she stated calmly. Elissa was used to not giving away clues to her feelings during a negotiation. She’d made many a good deal in her ability to keep a straight face. “If I did have it, don’t you think your surgeon would have found it when he tended to my wound?” Her calm voice hid the pounding of her heart. She hadn’t planned on him realizing it was gone so soon. She wouldn’t give it up without a fight, especially when it was clear he didn’t remember her. It broke her heart to think that her best and only friend didn’t remember her, especially after all they had been through as kids. Elissa knew that she wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight against Joseph. He’d win. He had been the one to teach her how to fight. Growing up the local nobleman’s son had bullied her. Bullied her for her hair, her multitude of freckles, her father’s job and how she’d never be part of real high society since they were only rich from him working a commoner’s job. He teased her for her love of the ocean and how she always hung out with commoners and weirdos like Joseph. It would always make her cry, or at least it did until Joseph had taught her to fight.

She had been awkward looking as a kid, taller than other girls her age, thin and freckles. Elissa was still tall and not quite as thin as when she was younger. The freckles remained, dotting her face and arms like confetti, they became more prominent the more time she spent in the sun.

Elissa gave a shrug of her shoulders. “If you believe I have it, search me.” She leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees, a mischievous smirk on her face. It was almost a dare, as if she believed he wouldn’t search her. She’d find a way to make him remember her, he had to remember her, her life depended on it. He was the only one that could save her.
I’m sorry, I’m trying to give more info on her. Right now I’m out running errands. Mom hurt her knee and can’t walk so I’m getting what she needs. Replies will be longer when I get home, I promise.
“Everything?” That wasn’t good. She sat down on the bed once her assured her it was fine for her to sleep there. Elissa sighed. “Alright, lets get this inquisition over with. What is your first question?” She wondered if he’d let her ask questions as well, she doubted it. She noticed his small search for the dagger but made no sign of it. Elissa could feel where her dagger was safely hidden, glad that the doctor hadn’t noticed it.

“I’m guessing I won’t be allowed to ask you any questions, am I right?” She asked tucking a curl behind her ear. She moved to sit cross legged on the bed, waiting for the barrage of questions that was sure to come. She was tired and her shoulder hurt, she hoped this wouldn’t take long or she feared she’d fall asleep.
That’s fine!
“My men care about me a little more than the Navy. None of them know who I am except by name.” She said. Elissa walked unsteadily beside Joseph to his cabin. She nearly stumbled a few times but managed to catch herself and keep her balance. Her stomach grumbled slightly, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since the night before. As they entered the room Elissa looked around, a relieved look coming to her face as she observed the multiple windows in the cabin. She’d spent a year in the mental asylum,Bedlam and in that year had spent an uncertain amount of time locked away from light. It was a year that haunted her and a year that she’d never forgive her father for. He had admitted her believing that she was crazy. She’d only been fourteen years old. She wondered over to the windows, looking out of them as if this were her first time seeing the ocean. For a brief moment there was a look of pure joy and contentment on her face. Like many on the ship she found freedom and home on the sea.

Elissa whirled around to look to him in shock when he pointed to the bed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose, I just can’t be locked away in the dark again. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch or even the floor. I just need a pillow and a blanket. I could sleep outside in a hammock and be perfectly happy,” She told him. “I’m used to sleeping on a ship, one has been my home for the last three years.” She looked around the room as if comparing it to what she was used to. It was neater than her cabin, her’s had always been a mess, it was more comfortable that way. She’d been raised mostly by servants and nannies, her father being gone on business most of the time, and they demanded neatness. It had always made her feel like she was a guest in someone’s house and not living in her own home. “So what did you want to talk about?” Elissa turned to face him, still holding his coat tightly around her. The fever that Adam had warned Joseph about had set in. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that it wouldn’t just be about her father. He’d been in the room when she had woken, meaning he must have stayed while the doctor tended to her. He would have seen her multitude of wounds and surely there would be questions.

Elissa wasn’t like most high society women, in fact high society practically shunned her due to her choice in life style and her father’s occupation. They had money from working for it, not from an inherited birth. Most people did not consider them to be part of true proper high society, not that Elissa cared. She preferred sailing, fighting, bargaining, and living a life outside of the confines of high society. She hated being told how to behave, she just wanted to be herself. Even if being herself had gotten her into some trouble in the past.
Elissa took his hand and stood on wobbly legs. “I would prefer to stay with you, so long as your room has windows. That’s another reason I escaped, the room you put me in had no windows, not even a tiny one. I don’t do well in rooms like that.” She said, a troubled look coming to her face as a hated memory resurfaced. Elissa gave a shudder and shook her head. “I need to be able to know if it is day or night. I can’t be locked up without a window, not again.”

Elissa looked up at him, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as he called out her lie. “No, you don’t have to worry about them, but you might have to worry about my crew.” She admitted. “There’s only five of them, but they’d move mountains to save me. You can’t find a more loyal bunch. I know they don’t stand a chance against you and your men, but I don’t think that would stop them from trying to save me. I’m the only one that can stop them. If you promise not to harm them, then if they try to come to my rescue I’ll tell them to back off and I’ll stay to help you get your ship back. You aren’t the only one who has a score to settle with my father.”
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