Some days you just cant get rid of a bombshell

It was mid-afternoon when Enjolras awoke from the sun shining through the Bowe's sail which was acting as his blanket. I had been a night of heavy drinking and general merriment the night before culminating in his nightly swim back to the Bowe with was moored to some rocks off shore. Docking prices were far to expensive for what Enjolras could afford so he had ot make due while he saved up for supplies.  

Slowly as sense started to come back to him Enjolras began to feel a heaviness on his arm that could only be someone sleeping on it. He thought to himself maybe he has charmed one of the girls back to his ship the night must have been better then Enjolras thought. He slowly cracked open his eye to take a peek at the lucky lady. All he saw was a head of blonde hair which was odd he would admit because he did not usually go for blondes, but beggars cant be choosers. He could not place a name to the back of that head though so he sat up and began to pull the sail off to see what he was working with. The girl was fully clothed that did not seem right after a night of debauchery. Enjolras thought to himself maybe they had just passed out without getting to the good part, it happens when excessively drunk.

Then Enjolras notice that her clothing was far to wet to have been from swimming last night. Confused Enjolras leaned over to girl and gave her a nudge saying "miss please dont be mad when i say this but who are you and why are you on my boat."

The blonde opera singer shivered as the cool night wind of August blew the silky white curtains inwards of the French doors that lead to the balcony. The room was dark but familiar. She knew that room as well as the back of her hand for she had spent so many beautiful nights there. She cuddled the pillow closer to herself and brought her legs up into a fetal position to conserve body heat. It was getting too chilly. Perhaps a satin night gown was not the best choice of clothing for the evening but she chose it specifically because he loved her in it. A smile played on her lips as the thought of her beloved crossed her mind—him and his warmth. And just as if the mere thought has summoned him. She felt the bed behind her indent and warm arms enveloping her in safety and love.

“Mi amor” came the oh so familiar whisper. That deep voice that reminded her of the ocean. Her heart skipped a beat at the sensation of his mustached lips on her neck. She giggled at that and slowly turned towards him. But when she opened her eyes, gone was the man of her dreams and crouching there was a blonde man in a red jacket. “Miss, who are you and what are you doing on my boat?”

Startled, she screamed! She jumped up and over anything and everything and ran behind the mast to put something between herself and the unknown person. “Dios mio! Who are you?” then noticing his somewhat ravaged appearance, looked down and was relieved to find herself still clothed. Nevertheless, she asked, “what have you done to me?” pointing an accusatory finger at him. “If you touched me, I swear the constabulario will hear about this!”

the woman turn to face Enjolras with a completely alien face to him and began to reach out toward him lovingly. Her eye opened slowly and spotted him. Her eyes jolted open and she immediately stood up and started screaming not to touch her. The sad part is that this was not the first time this had happened to him. For some reason he just had always attracted crazy maybe the could smell the circus on him it was the only explanation that seem to fit all the odd situation that he had ended up in during his life

Enjolras put his hands up and remaining very still "Mam I can promise that I have no ill intentions here. I just woke up and found you in my boat snuggled up to me and i am 75% sure you were not their when i fell asleep." he put his arms down and rubbed his temples "Now could we quiet down at bit i am nursing a hangover"

The bowe was a small ship and thus did not have much in the way of accommodations so he usually slept in a tent on the deck. Enjolras turned grabbed two of the fw barrels he had left over from is last rum run. He motioned to the woman offering her it as a seat and shot her his most disarming smirk "please miss sit lets talk about how I can offer a damsel such as yourself some assistance."

“Look what we have here” the stinky dirty man said, grabbing her arm as she tried to run away. “A stow away on my ship!” She struggled to get her hand free but he was just too powerful for her. “Well quite a pretty little stow away but a stow away nonetheless.” He added, grabbing her chin and looking at her face. “What say you boys? Shall we have some fun tonight?”

Lascivious laughter sounded from three burly men behind him. “Unhand me! Who do you think you are! How dare you lay your filthy fingers on me!” she screeched kicking his ankles but that only served to infuriate him even more.

“No, little missy, how dare YOU stow away on my ship! I take no free passengers and that means you either compensate us” he said, scanning her body. “or you get the hell off.”

The other men laughed as the man who had her in his grasp pushed her to the floor and began unbuckling his belt.

“Dios mio! Take that filthy thing away from me! Have you no shame? How dare you treat a lady such! And such a small thing is unworthy of my presence.’ She said with a disgusted face, waving him away.

The three men raucously laughed and the man’s face grew bright red. He grabbed her yet again and dragged her unto the stormy deck.

“What are you doing!? Unhand me!” she screamed, struggling once more. The man brought her face up to look at him. “Let’s see if your highness finds this more to your liking.” He snarled as he pushed her overboard into the cold dark night waters.

***

From behind the safety of the mast, she now took the time to look at the stranger clearly. Her eyes were still blurry from the sudden awakening but she looked at him from head to foot and found a pretty young man. Perhaps younger than herself. And not bad looking with his ragged blonde hair and attention-grabbing green eyes that are not much unlike her own. He oozed charm with his disarming devlish smirk and Angelique bet most ladies dropped more than just their drink whenever he’d point that dangerous look in their direction. She was, however, thankfully immune to such wiles owing to the man’s clothing which turned her off quite badly. He was dressed quite too gaudily for her taste. The knee-high boots were not bad but the bright red jacket was something else. One’s dress was usually indicative of one’s profession and this could only mean he was someone who needed to attract attention. A lowly performer perhaps? Definitely someone who was not worthy of her presence then.

Angelique straightened to her full regal stature. She brushed off the sand that was clinging to her dress, tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear, cleared her throat and spoke with all authority. “You there, whoever you are, I demand that you tell me right now where I am.”

Enjolras saw that woman was peeking out from behind mast and eyeing him up and down. Based off her reactions she favored his face and eyes, which lets be honest all women did. However her impression soured a bit when viewing his clothing. That was less common the average woman he had met was not sophisticated enough to know that his dress was gaudy and attention grabbing on purpose. So this woman must have some sort of sense of style, interesting.

The woman suddenly gained some back bone and demanded to know where she was. Enjolras smirked from his seat and stood up to bow "miss, you may call me Enjolras and this is my ship the Bowe, she may be unassuming and run down but she is family." motioning toward the barrel to take a seat he continued "If you want a more general location we are off the coast of the Kingdom of Lvneell in the North blue. It a comfy little area but the people are more close to the chest with their coin for my taste i have been here for weeks trying to earn the cash to move on."

He then hardened is expression and look the woman straight in the eyes "What is more interesting is why you are here obviously lost and looking like a drowned rat on my boat" He threw back the side of his coat revealing the holsters for Liberty and equality his matching dueling pistols. He the place his left hand on liberty's grip.

“L-lvneel!? NORTH BLUE!?” Angelique paled. She was not a scholar or any good measure but she did know her world geography, it having been pounded into her tiny music obsessed head by a very strict tutor. She was a long way from home. She started to hyperventilate. One hand flew to her forehead and the other to her stomach. Suddenly she was feeling worse than she already was. “Ok, calm down, girl.” She said to herself in a voice so low only she could hear it. Her mind began to whirr a mile a minute. She was in an unknown land with no money, no acquaintances, no decent clothes, and no way to get back to her island. And oh God! What about Michael? He must be worried sick about her!

Then came the image of Michael with a wine glass in hand, making a joke at her. He then turns as the doors to the room burst open and a man enters with a gun in his hand. Michael immediately runs to cover her but she was not the target. Blood splattered her dress as a bullet pierced his torso. She screams as he falls down to the ground.

Angelique faints.

The woman began to panic once she heard where she was. So he was right she was a far way from home and not well suited for life at so far from home. She appeared shaken to her core. Then suddenly her eyes began to glaze over as if she was no longer sitting their with him. Enjolras sighed and took his hand off his pistol and shook his head his attempts at intimidation had gone unnoticed. She was really throwing him of a loop first charm had not worked then he could not even intimidate a scared girl far from home. Oh well soon he would be rid of her then he could continue to be his charming and carefree self.

suddenly the woman fell backward into a pile of rope and look to have hit her head on the side of the boat. "Fuck" Enjolras exclaimed and ran over to check her for a pulse. She was still alive but should probably see a doctor. Kuluja should still be open so Enjolras sighed pick the woman up and put her in his bedroll then prepped the Bowe to sail to shore. He was going to be billing her docking fees after this.

Once at the docks Enjolras paid the ridiculous mooring and headed into town pulling the woman into a fireman's carry headed toward the alley where the wing doctor had set up shop. Calling "Lulu you in I have a patient for you"

There was a winged doctor at this clinic, but not the one the pirate was expecting. This was now the clinic of the great Banana, who was very very busy with important work at his new desk. If "important work" meant drawing away at his favorite coloring book and "new desk" meant his Momma's ironing board. He was currently coloring in an outline of a farmer with overalls and a straw hat standing next to a cow. He didn't know what color a cow was actually supposed to be, so he had just guessed on a shade of light green. He thought it looked pretty good, and now really hoped all cows were actually green.

Just as he put his crayon back on the paper to color some more, a man came bursting in holding an unconscious lady. This startled the young Banana, and he accidentally drew a line of green all the way across the page and snapped his crayon in half. That was okay, though! He had a visitor! He really didn't get many visitors!

The flying fox looked up at the two who had entered and gave them a very big smile. "Banana doesn't know who Lulu is, but Banana is currently taking patients!" The doctor stood right up and put on a pair of phony glasses he had found in his Momma's desk that made him look more official. They didn't actually have any lenses, but that was okay. "Banana to the rescue!" He threw his clawed fist in the air and came around the side of the desk to further assist the two.

"Please put the patient on Banana's special doctor table and Banana will be able to decide what to do!" Banana was so happy that he was going to be able to help somebody. He motioned to a metal table to their left as he went over to a metal shelf next to it that housed some of his extra medical supplies. If he was going to help her, it was probably good to ask some initial questions before he started prodding at her.

"This lady is very wet! She must have been in the water! Was she taking a bath with her clothes on?" Banana scratched behind his right ear. "Sometimes Banana likes to do that."