What Peace could be found... (( Leander/Lenna ))

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It was actually quiet on the Osprey now. The boys were out and about, no one needed stitched or healed... yet... and she had the evening to herself. Calira never left the ship unless she absolutely had to. It was safe here, it was home. After traveling so long with Jack and her Brother, making a living at sea, Calira couldn't dream of another life. She didn't want another. Hells, she didn't even miss privacy all that much. Just meant the brief moments she could catch were savored and enjoyed, rather than being taken for granted. Of course the door wasn't locked, the door to the small cabin didn't –have- a lock. Besides, as the surgeon, she had to be ready to help should one of the boys come back injured from a fight.

Calira glanced around the small room delicately lit with a single candle. This was as much privacy as she got, might as well enjoy it. A small tub had been filled, and while the water might not be real hot, it would be lukewarm. There was as small barrel in the corner that doubled as a table for her, where a book and the candle occupied. The sole source of light. Calira set her glasses next to the candle and gathered her short hair up. It was barely long enough to tie back, but she managed. Her delicate fingers, roughed from a life at sea, started unbuckling the bands on her arms that went from her elbow to her wrists. It kept her slender forearm from becoming bruised from what work she did do. First one, then the other, were discarded to the floor. Her boots had been removed before hand, so she worked on unbuckling the collar of her shirt, freeing up her neck and allowing the top portion of her shirt to fall forward. Buttons were unbuttoned as to completely remove the top, leaving her in her belted and frilled skirt.

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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.

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Calira wasn't the sort to be listening for who might come traipsing up to her door. Even though there was no noise in her room save her own breathing, she didn't hear Lenna approach. Not until the door was opened did she turn to look, momentarily concerned. Most of the time, when someone came to see her later in the evening it was because the boys had come back injured. Which meant she'd have to run down to her room, grab her things, then go see to the wound. That was her first thought when Lenna walked in. Her near panic, as Calira never –really- panicked, was quelled when Lenna assured her, "Calira! Don't stop on my behalf. I just wanted to chat." This meant none of the crew were hurt, and she could take a deep breath.

Calira, having grown up on a pirate ship, didn't have much sense for modesty. So when Lenna said she just wanted to talk, and that Calira could continue, she did. The surgeon might not have been so inclined in front of a few choice guys, but that was because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves. While Calira found it trivial, and a little childish, she didn't want to have to sew up any knife wounds that would result one Kotyk found out. His protectiveness was the main reason most of the crew didn't just waltz in Calira's room any time they felt like it. Kotyk's was next to hers, and he was often around his sister. Calira appreciated the attention, knowing it was born of the affection he carried for her, and bared it with the same stoic, often benign smile she usually had. Nothing fazed her. To include undressing in front of Lenna.

She glanced down to the front of her skirt, unclasping the belts that lay over the frills before sliding the skirt from her hips. She'd planned to wash her clothes after her bath, which is why a simple robe had been folded and put next to the tub. As she stuck one leg in the lukewarm water, she looked to Lenna. Calira didn't object to the company. "You didn't go out with the others?" she asked, making conversation as she stepped into the tub.

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The gray-skinned pirate took a perch against a wall, pulling her bandanna down to try and finger-comb the gray strands of hair into decency. "Yea, I probably will later tonight though. It seemed like a good chance to seize some peace," she replied with her airy, whimsical voice. "It seems like you never leave the ship, Calira," she replied, cerulean eyes staring down at the other woman. They had a hard time focusing upon her face, nearly constantly slipped despite the self-control that Lenna attempted to apply. Those eyes were perhaps the most decorative part of the Umbraeon, strangely wide and squat features against her narrow bone structure.

"You know, not that that's a bad thing. But don't'cha wonder what other ports're like?" the lady continued. As she spoke, one hand reached up to pick at the tip of one pointed ear, half-closing her eyes as if in a look of idle boredom. She never really had gotten to talk to the surgeon closely like this, as Kotyk was generally lurking about his sister. It was cute when it wasn't creepy. Lenna generally tried to avoid the man, not out of fear but simply because she didn't want to get in fights with the crew. And with that man, the elf had a feel like it was inevitable.

((Sorry that it's short. x_x ))

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Calira took her time lowering herself into the water. It was a little colder than she preferred, but, the feel of clean water was enough to draw a gentle sigh of pleasure from her. The tub was nowhere near big enough for the surgeon to stretch out, but she could lean back and spread out a little. Small pleasures like this made life worth living. Or at least that's how she felt. As she got settled in the tub, Calira reached for her glasses, listening to Lenna. "Yea, I probably will later tonight though. It seemed like a good chance to seize some peace. It seems like you never leave the ship, Calira."

At that, the surgeon smiled. There were a lot of times the crew members would ask her. Usually the newer ones, because the older members had already gotten used to her simply staying on board. Calira watched her fingers comb through the water as she thought of how to explain it. Apparently, Lenna really wanted to understand, because she added, "You know, not that that's a bad thing. But don't'cha wonder what other ports're like?" It was true enough that some ports were different, but Kotyk and Calira had come to a sort of understanding. Especially since the last time she had gotten off the boat, it had resulted in her stabbing some drunkard that was touching way too much. The man was later hunted down by her Brother and Fox. And Calira hated fighting. She cleaned up after the battles, could manage the cannons if the time came to it, and was even a decent shot. Didn't mean she liked any of it. But she did like healing. "Ports are ports. What differences there are can be seen from the ship. It's just best I stay here, for my safety... and others."