Silver slams her hand down on her, running her fingers through her hair as her mind races with all the stupid comments she got herself thrown at today. “Silver! Silver! The crew is—…!” “Silver, the ship is—…!” “Silver! The ocean waters will not allow us to—…!” God, when will it end. So much for a peaceful ship ride.

The ink from the quill spilled all over the letter — mainly from the impact when Silver’s hand hit the table — she was writing. How lucky. Silver tossed the paper and rubbed her finger on her temple. “Bloody hell…” She whispered.

Time to start writing again. …Yay.

Mother, Father,

Silver started, feeling like she had been doing this for probably hours, most likely it’d be the same amount it’ll take to send and arrive. Paper after paper after paper after…

As of your previous letter, I still shall not move back to Britain like you wish. I have found that my home is here. Furthermore, I do not accept your offer of—

—“Silver! We found—!”

“SHUT UP!” Silver huffed out as all the ink spilled over her letter again. Silver looked down to her letter up paper. There goes my letter. The twenty-fourth one, that is. Letting her anger die out, Silver looked back up to her crew member, that was at her cabin door, and started speaking in a calmer tone again, “can you not see that I am busy?”

“Yes, I understand, Silver, but we have captured {{user}}—”

Silver's eyes immediately widened, throwing her messed up paper into the nearby trashcan. “Bring her in. Now.”