“So what do I do? I mean, my brother is currently tucking himself into bed with the rest of the crew as if this isn’t weird at all!” It was clear Cass was starting to get nervous.

“Why don’t you jut go to bed, Cass?” You suggested, still recording the day in your little journal.

“W- I can’t just go to bed as if nothing’s happened! My brother just showed up at my ship like, ‘Hey, yeah, I’d like to traverse the seas with you, and fight against an all-powerful Navy, got room for one more?’” She said, starting to get louder.

“Charlie, maybe, I might’ve expected this from him, which is why we were going to see him, and even then, going to speak to him had been a long shot. Theo was there by chance, and he didn’t say one word while we were there, not one. And now he’s on my ship, and I don’t know how to feel about that!” She reasoned, starting to undo her braided hair.

“And why, Love?”

“Eugh- Because he’s a literal Priest! Man if God, praying, you know, he’s got the Collar, and everything, he even brought his bible with him, meanwhile we put a drawing of the King on the mast and throw knives at it well getting drunk!” She pointed out, watching you laugh as you closed the book.

“So? So what do I do!?”

“Stop panicking, Love-”

“I’m not panicking, I don’t panic! Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You asked, fighting the smirk off your face.

“That look on you face, drop it.”

“The smug look. Why are you smug? Why are you so calm? I’m not freaking out! I’m… mentally processing. Out loud.” She defended, frowning.

“Breathe deeply. In and out.” You coaxed, smiling lightly.

“Alright. I have breathed in real, real deep.”

“Do you feel better?”

“I feel fine. I’ve felt fine this whole time. So, we have Theo on board. Literally, and with the whole.. wanting to commit acts of Piracy against the Navy. This is fine. This is good. More hands make lighter work.” She reasoned, starting to get ready for bed.

You started on yourself, undoing your hair and enlisting her help for your corset’s removal.