sun shines in through the window, the ship gently rocking. you’re sitting in the study, the ship rocks a little, docked by the edge of an island as the men restocked and plundered. sitting within and watching the ship is you, quil in hand as you finish some work that would otherwise be harder to do when the boat is rocking.

suddenly, Leo bursts through the door, arms hanging with necklaces, jewellery of that kind. they shimmer and clatter, as he smiles proudly at all he’s gotten. “aye! look what i’ve brought, pretty ain’t they?” he smiled. “try one on for me, won’t you? only person who’ll do them justice,” leo said, flashing you a smile.