Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 4, 2012 14:19:36 GMT -5
Arthur looks sly.
"I don't understand 'what', exactly?" He remarks. It amused Arthur when he met people. It was ridiculous how many people judged on first sight, without truly accepting, or taking the time to consider that people may have had a much more deep history than they would give credit for.
He snorts, however, at the woman's suggestion.
"I have someone who could do that very well either way, which is exactly why I don't let him do it." He raises an eyebrow. "And I believe it's remarkably clean compared to some ships I've witnessed."
"You don't understand what I've had to put up with, clearly," she replies dryly. Aoife wasn't usually one to judge people when she first met them, however she was finding Arthur Kirkland to be more than a little insensitive. She had made it quite clear she didn't have anywhere to be.
Aoife frowns at his snort, her thoughts that he is a rude pig growing with each passing moment. She knew she would have to tolerate him, though. After all, there was no way she'd been going back to Granor.
She chuckles lightly at his remark, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "You should let him. He might make a difference. And trust me, sir, I've been on much cleaner ships." She crosses her legs over, her expression blank and unreadable. "Captain, if you let me stay, I can be of great service to you. I can clean, mend clothes, cook... People told me I made the best potato stew when I was in Hibernia. Besides, I already proved to your men I am more than capable in a fight."
She tilts her head back a little to smirk at the pirates either side of her. They'd seen her fighting on the other ship, and there was no way they could deny her last comment.
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 4, 2012 15:58:46 GMT -5
"Maybe I do, but I'm not going to waste my life story on someone who's clearly so shallow." He remarks, rolling his eyes. "And as good a fighter you are, that just proves that you're good enough to stand on your own."
He smiles, a glint in his eye.
"Are you wanting men to protect you, or something?"
Shallow?! Fury starts to bubble inside Aoife as she clenches her fists tightly in her lap, trying to keep her face neutral as she stares back at Arthur. All she can think it, "How dare he! He doesn't even know me!" Aoife is just about ready to slap him at this rate. And then he said the one thing that would always make Aoife angry.
Again, she bolts upright, knuckles going white as she tightens her fists. The redhead is really considering murdering the captain of this ship now. In one swift movement, she leans across the table that separates them and slaps Arthur across the face with all the strength she can muster.
Taking a deep breath in as she takes a step back, hand still held up after striking him, Aoife narrows her eyes and gives him a bitter glare.
"Thank you for your time," she hisses with sarcasm as she curtsies mockingly at the pirate. "But actually, now I think about it, I'd rather swim back to Granor than waste my time with an eejit like you and your bloody crew."
Turning on her heels, she swiftly marches out of the cabin, shoving past the two pirates. She was really starting to regret trying to stay on this God awful ship!
"I must be out of my mind! Why was I such an idiot?!"
She froze, mid-step suddenly as it hit her. The reason why she'd even considered asking Arthur if she could stay on his ship. She couldn't forget the excitement she had felt when she was fighting alongside them against that other crew. She'd never felt adrenaline like it before. And now she'd messed up her chances of staying!
Groaning loudly, the redhead continued marching away, far too proud to turn around and apologise... no matter how much she wanted to.