"I wouldn't have a temper if it wasn't for insufferable people like you!" Evewen glared daggers at him. She sat back down on the chair with a growling huff and refused to look at him again. Her arms were crossed and her chin was lifted a notch. "I cannot for the life of me figure out what my sister saw in you..."

"Braised Chicken with crispy skin!" Blink said aloud to himself as he rushed to pack his bag. His mouth began to salivate as he thought of the chicken. "Of all the dreams to be disturbed during, why did it have to be one of me having a feast of a life time?"
Blink sighed as he put the last thing in his bag, then stared longingly at his cot. He stretched his palm out towards the cot as he began to speak to it, "Please, hold my dream for our next meeting, and put some warmers on that chicken! Farewell!" Blink turned towards the door in his tent and left.
He soon arrived at the meeting place with the others, slightly out of breath from running. "Alright, let's get going, we've been waiting around here for to long!"

Vincent's hands balled into fists at the reference to Isla, the woman he loved, again. "Maybe it's because you are half the woman that she was and that is the reason you do not see anything in me. You have no appreciation for the Sea or for the men that brave it." He glared at her back, and turned to go back to his table.

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"We were waiting for you Blink" Quill said, raising a brow.

Tristan barked at Blink as soon as he came, eager to be the one reprimanding rather than the one being reprimanded. "Took you long enough. Let's go; Evewen's had quite a head start." He swung up onto his horse and kicked it into a gallop, not willing to wait around any longer. If Evewen left the wharf before they got there, he wouldn't have a chance to teach her a lesson...

Evewen scowled. "I have no appreciation because few of them deserve it!"

Evewen watched as Vincent made his way back to his table. Grabbing her skirt, she stood and sprinted toward the door, nearly running into a barmaid. She spun away, closed the gap between her and the door, and finally pushed it open with a grunt, hoping Vincent wasn't on her heels.

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Sephora watched as 3 of her most trusted bandits mounted. "Be quick," she said as she walked away.

Vincent heard the startled gasp of the barmaid, and shot a glance over his shoulder, seeing Evewen attempting to escape the tavern. Oh no you don't... he thought, spinning around and rushing after her. He knocked into several drunk sailors who had stood to call for another drink, and who were now on the floor. He caught the door as it was slamming closed, and flew out of it, catching a glimpse of her fleeing down the street, her tangled hair flying out behind her. He sighed, and lept into pursuit.

Evewen glanced behind her as she heard his footsteps on the wooden stairs. With a little bit of a laugh, she lifted her skirts higher to give her legs more room to run. She pushed herself to run around the tavern and towards the dock where her father's ship would be waiting.

Vincent was hardly in any mood to play games, plus, Evewen had already riled him. The Captain have given strict orders to not let anyone, except possibly him or a crew member on urgent business, to disturb him. The Captain did not despise Evewen, and Vincent knew this well, but the Captain had given orders, and he thought with a wry smile, he hadn't told him to exclude his daughter from those orders. He pressed on more speed, swiftly closing the gap between them.

It wasn't easy running through a populated town, even if it was late and the sun had already disappeared from the sky. The place was still alive with movement, and people on the streets. But he hoped Evewen would also be slowed by the people, and he did have an advantage....he had no bothersome skirts to lift.

Evewen tried to dodge the people, but they slowed her down quite a bit. She knew Vincent was close behind. Very close. The thought only made her run faster.

Vincent dodged a woman carrying a basket and dived under the legs of a horse; pursuit was not easy. He saw the distance between them closing quickly. It was clear Evewen could not move as fast as he. He slowed for a minute, allowing her to acquire a pace in her favor, and then taking a breath he sprinted through a gap in the people coming up behind her. His hand reached out to grasp her arm....

Evewen gasped as she felt his hand on her arm. He tugged, spinning her around to face him. She breathed heavily, releasing her skirt. A slight smile formed on her lips, but it wasn't a friendly one. "You just won't give up, will you?"

"No, I don't" He gripped her arm and directed her into a dim alley. "I thought I told you to stay away from your Father until morning." he gave her a little shake, gritting his teeth. "I don't like people who disobey me...." he released her arm and leaned against the wall, looking at her. "Why did you come here? What is so urgent that you must see the Captain?" When she looked like she might flee again, he touched his sword pommel, and shook his head slightly.

I wouldn't really hurt her.... He thought. I'm not sure I could ever bring myself too... he scowled for a moment, then a half smile crept across his face and he waited for her answer.

"And I don't like people who order me around when they have absolutely no authority over me." Evewen growled the words out through a clenched jaw. "My business is my mine and my father's. I don't have to tell you why I'm here and I won't."

She tried to push her hair back with her hand, but her fingers brushed against something cold that was entangled in her hair. Her breathing quickened as she realized the rings were out in the open. Vincent was a pirate and he wouldn't hesitate to take them.

Remaining as cool as possible, she tried to untangle them. "Why do you insist on keeping me here when you haven't even asked my father if I can come aboard?"

Vincent's olive eyes caught sight of the rings and his brow shot up. He straightened from his place against the alley wall, and slowly moved toward her. "Oh...because you haven't showed up here for quite sometime, and tonight, for whatever reason, you came in a great hurry and a bad mood, to see him." He chuckled "and as his first mate, and very loyal to the Captain, I wanted to see what you business it before disturbing him so late in the day" His tone was only half serious, but his eyes were hard as he stared at the rings. "What about those rings you have....do they have anything to do with you wanting to see your father?"

Evewen's hand closed around the rings tightly and beneath her fist, she could feel her chest rising and falling. With her free hand, she pushed against his chest, shaking her head. "Stop, Vincent." Her tone was firm.