Fallenwhisper
Pessimist
Penelope leaned from her position along the side of the boat, spotting the clearly damaged ship. She didn't like getting involved with other ships and captain's problems. It was a risky move, though the chances of a damaged crew turning on them were slim. She spotted Rosemarie at the stairs. She didn't like the girl to begin with, her feet hardly water born, and her femininity offensive to herself as a women. But what really got her kicking with not only jealousy and anger, was Rosemarie's statues as quarter mate and wife with the captain. She hoped not to hear the answers to who the girl was when asked by the other crew.
Yet her mind lingered on if her and Killian were simply a one night stand or something more. Something that could grow and become something greater. She truly hoped for the latter. Seeing Rosemarie at the stairs she grew with anger and resentment. That ... was a disgrace to the feminine image and what she stood for as a women. She had no tact for the sea and lacked strength. Not only this, but her shared quarters with the captain only made her ears grow hotter.
She would normally push this behind her, but right now, all she was, was the scandalous girl who had gone a full home run with the captain.
Yet her mind lingered on if her and Killian were simply a one night stand or something more. Something that could grow and become something greater. She truly hoped for the latter. Seeing Rosemarie at the stairs she grew with anger and resentment. That ... was a disgrace to the feminine image and what she stood for as a women. She had no tact for the sea and lacked strength. Not only this, but her shared quarters with the captain only made her ears grow hotter.
She would normally push this behind her, but right now, all she was, was the scandalous girl who had gone a full home run with the captain.