Morgan didn't waste time heading down to the brig once she was made aware a new arrival would be waiting. They didn't always remember what happened immediately before arriving, and either way, it wasn't unusual for them to panic if they were alone for too long.
Contrary to a number of ships she'd been on in her past, the brig was clean and well-outfitted -- neither as fancy and futuristic as Level Zero had been on the Barge, nor did one stand ankle-deep in bilge. The cells were clean, with a cot for sitting and sleeping, the addition of a water pump over a drain for drinking and washing, and of course a place to relieve oneself.
To ensure she didn't interrupt them while any of those latter features were being put to use, she listened before stepping into full view.
Prompt 2:
The Captain's quarters were situated a little differently from those of her last two ships, but she didn't mind that much, but handsome enough for visitors. On being made aware that a new Warden had arrived, she extended an invitation for drinks and briefing in her cabin. The quartermaster carried out her wishes and let her know to expect them in short time.
Wine was not her usual preference, but it was nothing to sneeze at, and somber enough for these occasions. A battle or two sat on the table, along with a tray of bread and cheese. A little fancy for her old self, but several years on the Barge and meeting people who took all sorts had taught her to outfit these meetings with something that might be universally pleasing.
King Charles tittered from his perch near the door, a sign the Capuchin could hear visitors approaching well before she could. Morgan finished the notes she was making on the charts the Helmsman had brought down earlier that day and rose, straightening her waistcoat and waiting for a telltale knock.
Morgan Adams | Cutthroat Island | OTA
Morgan didn't waste time heading down to the brig once she was made aware a new arrival would be waiting. They didn't always remember what happened immediately before arriving, and either way, it wasn't unusual for them to panic if they were alone for too long.
Contrary to a number of ships she'd been on in her past, the brig was clean and well-outfitted -- neither as fancy and futuristic as Level Zero had been on the Barge, nor did one stand ankle-deep in bilge. The cells were clean, with a cot for sitting and sleeping, the addition of a water pump over a drain for drinking and washing, and of course a place to relieve oneself.
To ensure she didn't interrupt them while any of those latter features were being put to use, she listened before stepping into full view.
Prompt 2:
The Captain's quarters were situated a little differently from those of her last two ships, but she didn't mind that much, but handsome enough for visitors. On being made aware that a new Warden had arrived, she extended an invitation for drinks and briefing in her cabin. The quartermaster carried out her wishes and let her know to expect them in short time.
Wine was not her usual preference, but it was nothing to sneeze at, and somber enough for these occasions. A battle or two sat on the table, along with a tray of bread and cheese. A little fancy for her old self, but several years on the Barge and meeting people who took all sorts had taught her to outfit these meetings with something that might be universally pleasing.
King Charles tittered from his perch near the door, a sign the Capuchin could hear visitors approaching well before she could. Morgan finished the notes she was making on the charts the Helmsman had brought down earlier that day and rose, straightening her waistcoat and waiting for a telltale knock.