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[nocorsetsplease]

[Clutching a letter marred by grubby finger swipes between her teeth, Elizabeth can be seen lugging a large trunk, three swords, a musket, a grenade, and a rather large looking, 18th century frilly dress. In one fist, a corset can be seen, dirty and slightly wet.

Are her clothes dripping a little bit? Why yes… and so is her hair. She looks tousled

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[fearthefool]

[Clopin was sitting on the roof, taking in the sights, when he saw a one-woman circus come clambering up the stairs. He flipped down to the ground to help her, but then he noticed just how ecclectic (and expensive) her collection was.

Clopin is intrigued. Intrigued enough to forget about Elizabeth and quietly poke through her belongings.]

[nocorsetsplease]

A-hem.

[Elizabeth quirks an eyebrow while resting one very skilled right hand atop the hilt of her favorite sword.]

Either you are a very stupid fellow who is rummaging through a lady's belongings or you are so dearly kind you are arranging them for easier transport.

[She leans in closely to examine the fellow, batting her eyelashes a bit. He's oddly dressed, but she's seen worse and less groomed men in her voyages to various coasts. The mask throws her a bit... he looks a bit like a clown.]

What a gentleman you must be.

[fearthefool]

[Whoops. Caught. But Clopin won't let Elizabeth know that. He sweeps his hat off his balding head and beams at her]
Damoiselle, you misrepresent Clopin's chivalrous nature. I am a man of impeccable manners and courteous conduct, but a gentleman I am not. Vagabonds do not do well with armigers.

They do very well with luggage, however. You crinoline collapses, darling, thus you should pack it with the rest of your luggage.
[Touches the trunk, and it springs open, spilling clothing. Clopin retains his smile, but it seems a little forced]
My mother would have whipped me lame if I packed like that.

[nocorsetsplease]

I was once taught to pack properly, you know! I was a lady... before I was a pirate. A governer's daughter! Well-to-do. So yes, my crinoline collapses. My crinoline, however, is the least of my worries.

[Despite her slightly bitter tone, Elizabeth isn't really angry. Just flustered. Her face softens, and her squared shoulders slack a bit.]

I'm quite worried.

[fearthefool]

Then you'll fit in wonderfully. Worry is all we do here.
[He sits down to start packing Elizabeth's stuff]

Do you mind folding your own clothes? A good Romani does not rifle through a woman's intimates. [He'll pack everything else, though, starting with the flat and sturdy stuff on the outside and working his way in]
You can't have been taught correctly if you forget so easily. Don't nobility hire the burghers to pack for them?

[nocorsetsplease]

I don't mind folding my own things, no. As for hiring someone...unfortunately I don't have that luxury. I was in a bit of a hurry, and this failed attempt at packing was done in Tortuga. You can imagine, I am sure the circumstances.

[Picture things flying EVERYWHERE... beer and women and all things in sinful chaos. Not exactly the best place to be folding things, now, is it?]

It also might be a trifle of a matter, but my nobility lies in piracy. I'm not a governor's daughter any longer. I'm a pirate lord.

[She kneels down to fold her own things. Most of them are men's clothes... things she had stolen from her various exploits. Except for a few... intimates... hardly any of the clothes are her own, or remotely feminine. Some of them were lent by Barbosa, the crew, or...

She picks up a loose shirt with a lace up chest, feels the material with her fingers before bringing it to her face. She inhales deeply.]

Will...

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[fearthefool]

I'm not much a sailor, damoiselle, but your land-bearing brethren in France. I am Clopin Trouillefou, the King of the Truands, vagabonds, beggars and thieves throughout Paris and parts of France.

I moonlight as the Duke of Egypt, but my people don't appreciate me as well as the Truands do.

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[fearthefool]

There fore I can't imagine what packing in Tortuga was-

[Catches her smelling her own shirt.

This face forever]

she misses Will :(

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[Notices Clopin looking at her strangely, and immediately stands up from where she was kneeling. Her hand still remains clasped tightly around Will's shirt.]

These things... while I wear them, they're not all mine. This... [she holds up the shirt] belongs to William Turner.

I... I promised him I'd come back. I'm betrothed to him. We were going to have a wedding, but Beckett managed to rain all over that. We'll have a proper marriage once all of this is over.

[AHAHA. YES. That was a pun on the fact that it rained on her planned wedding day.]

I miss him. I had to leave him to come here.

[fearthefool]

[I thought it was a Buckett pun, lol]

I forget what monogamy does to people, but I appreciate being reminded of why I've avoid it so avidly for so long.

[nocorsetsplease]

I may be in love, but I am not a fool.

[fearthefool]

What's wrong with fools?

[nocorsetsplease]

There's nothing wrong with fools. I'd just rather not be a fool when it comes to love.

It'll destroy you, if you let it.

[fearthefool]

Would it?

[nocorsetsplease]

... I should think so. I've certainly been foolish. Sailed the world just to be with that man. I know I'd risk everything for Will. My Will.

Bloody... [Sighs] Who am I kidding? I am a fool.

[fearthefool]

If travelling the world is what comes from being a fool in love, it's perfect for Clopin.

Are you in the market, damoiselle?