Jack was off the ship, though the Umbraeon that wandered the deck wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Kotyk was away, and that was a something that the woman could celebrate, as it left Calira completely and utterly free. No anything to steal her attention but her. The surgeon had a peculiar habit of not leaving the ship, but it did not truly bother the piratess. The clumsy little pirate shook her head to get a spray of dark hair from her face and thudded her way towards where her favorite doctor's cabin was. There was no silent walking on a ship, not in the calf-high boots she ambled about in, made with thick toes so it didn't hurt quite so bad when they were stubbed. Even if someone were to go around foolishly in bare feet, the wood would creak beneath them.
Lenna approached the door in much the selfish way pirates did, her shoulders thrust uniformly back and chin tucked down yet out in a peculiar fashion. It gave her a sense of confidence, even if it didn't look that remarkable. Tossing the door somewhat gently open, knowing Calira wouldn't mind -at least not verbally- the woman strode in without even looking at what was before her. When she did, there wasn't anything in the room. No candle or Calira or... anything! Huffing in frustration, she went to take a step forward and find out where this pesky surgeon had gone when the floor rose up before her face.
A muffle grunt was forced out when the piratess' face hit the floor, and she cringed when her hands scraped a little at the wood. Yet in all, Lenna was able to stand back up and kick a tin trash bin off her foot and into the dark rather quickly. "Bloody damn..." the lady snarled to herself, stalking for a door outlined with dim light. If she had been thinking, the lady might had noticed it was the private facilities of the surgeon's cabin. Yet, Lenna had a penship for not doing so, and pulled the door open while her other hand rubbed her tenderness of her cheekbone. A triumphant grin splayed across her face at seeing the sought-for Calira, slowly fading while her blazing cerulean eyes inched down to the rest of the woman.
Here, her lovely surgeon stood half-naked in a sight that made her bosom warm with pleasure. The faint candle poured a tangy warmth through the small room, soaking her bare skin that made her grin return rather violently. Human skin always looked so much more alive in candlelight than the Umbraeon's did, her ashy skin turned into mud at the orange ambiance. "Calira! Don't stop on my behalf. I just wanted to chat," the elf greeted merrily, closing the door after stepping into the cramped space herself. She was drooling inwardly, hoping against hope that the surgeon's rather meek and polite stance towards the world ran true even with this instance. If it didn't, the worst she'd get was a demand to leave. Calira never seemed the physical type.