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Post by Daz on Jul 14, 2011 15:45:58 GMT
"Adjusting?" I raise an eyebrow, "There's no time for that out here, luv."
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Post by Nikki on Jul 15, 2011 17:44:26 GMT
"I've had some time to adjust, before you interrupted me to tell me there is no time to adjust." I can't help but be shocked by the way my voice sounds toward her. Bored. Disinterested. Drifting along with her mindless flow of insults and dark advice on how to live life as if it were a mere fly brushed off my shoulder. I feel now as if there are many more imperative and consequential things besides Cassandra.
Having a child will do that to you.
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Post by Daz on Jul 18, 2011 16:43:17 GMT
"Your wit astounds me." I admit with sarcasm.
Beyond this simple exchange, though, I'm lacking anything else to tell her that I haven't already mentioned. With this in mind I should really head off in silence, but I feel as if it might seem a slight defeat. So instead I just glare at her and try to explain things from a different angle, "I really don't know why you're here," I mutter, "..You seem to think this ship is here to accomodate you're little pleasure cruise. Like a fine lady who thinks it might be jolly fun to help out with the peasants. You're not a pirate, you never were, you don't even know why you're here apart from the fairytale mind of a child.
I thought you may have noticed last time you were onboard being aboard a ship like this isn't about being free and all the bullshit Jack tells you, nor is it about being anything else other than being a greedy vagabond that's trying their best to survive in this god-forsaken world. We're no different to the theives and murderers in London or anyone else and there is nothing romantic about that. You should inform your daughter of this and in doing so try to burst your own pathetic bubble of false reality."
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Post by Nikki on Jul 18, 2011 19:50:00 GMT
"If you don't know why I'm here, you should have stopped there." I'm done trying to explain myself to her; she can't relate. We're too different. "I don't think anything intelligent ever came out of assuming, Cassandra. So assume what you'd like."
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Post by Daz on Jul 18, 2011 23:02:45 GMT
"If it's anything other than what I just stated; do tell me the truth of the matter. Widen my view on things." I tell her in a dry voice, my further annoyance is evident.
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Post by Nikki on Jul 19, 2011 3:06:59 GMT
"Though I highly doubt that's possible," I mutter, finally turning to her, "here goes nothing. First off, the world I see is no more outrageously impossible than the world you do. You believe in the darker nature of things, and I believe in what I guess you could call more positive aspects. Seeing as that's a matter of perspective and therefore opinion, I don't think you should be challenging it. If you haven't noticed, I've never once disagreed with the facts you give me. But your wild suppositions about how everything is going to go horribly wrong, I could do without. Just because you've had a good run of bad luck doesn't mean you should assume everyone is like you.
You said I would die in childbirth. I'm still here. You said the sea is no place for a child." I glance over at Cora climbing to the crow's nest like a monkey. "So far, you're wrong on that count as well. She's taken a few scrapes and bruises in her short lifetime, and I'm not stupid enough to think that she won't take quite a few more here than she would on land. I'm not even so fanciful as to think that she might live a long life here. The only thing I know for certain is that she's Jack's. Whether he wants to claim her or not is none of my concern. But it's frightening, how much she takes after him. And you can't cage someone like that. You and I both know."
When I finish speaking, I look away from her again, out to sea. "The only reason that you can't find it in yourself to like me, Cassandra, is because no matter what happens to me, I forge ahead without bitterness or regret. And you've never been able to do that."
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Post by Daz on Jul 20, 2011 13:46:48 GMT
I glare at her as she speaks, feeling insulted that she thinks she knows anything about me or what my past has been like. In comparison to the life I led with Jack shes ended up with everything and I have nothing. And yet she wants more.
"It's easy to 'forge ahead without bitterness or regret' when you have no reason to feel them in the first place. You're a greedy bitch and you should settle with what you have. The sea is for the freedom of those who need it, not those who feel it might enhance their mediocre lives." I mutter quickly, before turning my back to leave back below decks.
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Post by Nikki on Jul 20, 2011 14:17:06 GMT
I raise an eyebrow at the empty space where she's standing. "I just spent five minutes explaining how Jack needs it, and Cora is like Jack..." I have nothing to do with this. I don't even figure myself into the equation.
I'm here for Cora.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 30, 2011 16:19:06 GMT
"How 'bout you then?" I question Rae casually. I caught part of their conversation when I headed down the galley for something to eat, and as I just returned, I was able to eavesdrop on her last retort to the already-gone-Cassandra. I give her a lopsided grin, completely shameless about eavesdropping, as I step across to her. "How did life on land suit you? Borin' old place, innit?" I half-question, half-state, before I sink my teeth into the green apple I'd picked up belowdecks.
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Post by Nikki on Jul 30, 2011 20:50:56 GMT
"It suited me just as well as anywhere else, Jack," I say, a little annoyed now. "I'm not a slave to anything, not one or the other, unlike you "free" folk."
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