[Edward hears her, but he has no idea how to answer. How does he begin to explain the events that led to his departure from Bristol? He supposes Mary would understand a good portion of it. He loves Caroline truly, but he recognizes now that his soul was meant for adventure, that his true love is the sea and danger and the gold that drips through his fingers.
His eyebrow arches at the mention of maps. Maps could be intriguing.
He takes the scroll she passes to him, sitting heavily down on the edge of the bed without thinking about it. He is, after all, drunk, and it's the closest place to sit. Despite that, however, he has enough presence of mind to carefully unroll what's in his hands.]
[ As he looks over the scrolls, Mary goes about tugging her red bandanna off, removing the hair tie and shifting the corset that holds her chest bound while she's in disguise as James Kidd. She's planning to call it a night soon, and she doesn't have to worry about keeping appearances up around Edward. That's an appreciated thing. ]
In a villa I raided along with some other a few months back.
[ And to be frank, she's never been much to track treasures unless she's in need of the coin. She's comfortable enough as she is at the moment. ]
I'm between ships and got no time to track whatever it leads to at the moment.
[The movement catches his eye, and he glances at her from the corner of it while pretending to still be looking over the map. Her hair falls over her shoulders, and it somehow gives her a softer look. Or maybe he's just that drunk.
He definitely doesn't look away when she begins to mess with her corset.]
Perhaps I could do the tracking for you, in that case. Split the findings fifty-fifty.
[ Welp, that sure is Edward Kenway staring at her chest like it's a pot of gold. Christ, but the man's so predictable, and she's chuckling a little at the reaction, thought not pausing in the action as fingers tug at the lacings of the corset. ]
Sounds fair enough. Somethin' I can help you with, Edward?
[ Spoken pointedly, eyebrows raised. Messing with him could be fun, and really, it's not like he's not attractive, body or personality. Edward's a good man, he just doesn't know it yet. ]
[Edward raises his eyebrows back at her, dragging his gaze slowly back up to hers.]
No, can't say that you can, Mary. [Christ, is she still unlacing herself, though? He looks away, as though he's uncomfortable. As though he's trying to give herself some privacy.
Honestly, Edward doesn't know what he's doing.] You couldn't wait until I left?
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His eyebrow arches at the mention of maps. Maps could be intriguing.
He takes the scroll she passes to him, sitting heavily down on the edge of the bed without thinking about it. He is, after all, drunk, and it's the closest place to sit. Despite that, however, he has enough presence of mind to carefully unroll what's in his hands.]
Where is it that you found this?
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In a villa I raided along with some other a few months back.
[ And to be frank, she's never been much to track treasures unless she's in need of the coin. She's comfortable enough as she is at the moment. ]
I'm between ships and got no time to track whatever it leads to at the moment.
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He definitely doesn't look away when she begins to mess with her corset.]
Perhaps I could do the tracking for you, in that case. Split the findings fifty-fifty.
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Sounds fair enough. Somethin' I can help you with, Edward?
[ Spoken pointedly, eyebrows raised. Messing with him could be fun, and really, it's not like he's not attractive, body or personality. Edward's a good man, he just doesn't know it yet. ]
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No, can't say that you can, Mary. [Christ, is she still unlacing herself, though? He looks away, as though he's uncomfortable. As though he's trying to give herself some privacy.
Honestly, Edward doesn't know what he's doing.] You couldn't wait until I left?