
"Thanks. But I'll stick to corner for now."

"Don't... don't talk about death. That clear?"

A gasp escaped for Tara's mouth as she stiffened and turned her back to him.

"For now I get a hammock in the corner. Got work my way up. Don't only the best of pirates get rooms?"

Tara swung down to the deck. "Alright then."

"You got nothin' better to do?"

"Hmmm. I'm going below." Tara began to make her way down the the deck.

"Hmmm. I'm going below." Tara began to make her way down the the deck.

"What your status on the ship Conner?" she asked.

She laughed. "You wouldn't like it."

"Remind me to sleep with my eyes open. I'm Tara."

"What are you called then?"

"You don't talk much either I suppose."

"Not about things that don't matter. Not usually. I'm worried really. Not myself."

Tara looked back out over the sea.

"What do you do for fun around here?"

She ignored him and looked out over the sea.

Tara sat amongst the ropes, looking down at him.