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[pirate_gibbs]

The sea is calm, and after a fairly busy day of keeping the Empress ship shape, Gibbs has taken a seat on an turned-out bucket, hoping to enjoy a bit of rum and maybe some tobacco. The breeze is light, and the sun is setting. Being a pirate is a good thing.

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[try_corsets]

Even in the dying light, he's not hard to find. Elizabeth, standing in the stern with Tai Huang, waits until he moves off to join Gibbs. He gets a small, distracted smile, but she leans against the rail and fixes her gaze on the riot of colors sinking below the horizon.

The captain tends to favor silence at this time of day.

[pirate_gibbs]

"Captain." He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a rather battered pipe and a small pouch of rather poor quality (and wet) tobacco. He'd offer some, but knows she isn't one for smoking.

[try_corsets]

She's not, but something about the scent of pipe tobacco is soothing.

Usually.

Elizabeth takes a deep breath, then looks as if she'd rather not do so again.

"Fine night," she comments at last. "And a fair wind."

[pirate_gibbs]

"Aye. Should let us keep moving. If we choose to." The pickings of late have been a bit thin. No need to rush about if there's no place to be rushing to.

[try_corsets]

Smile fading, Elizabeth shakes her head.

"Never fear. I have no plans to lead us to rack and ruin, whatever complications ensue."

It wouldn't be self-serving.

"Quite the opposite." She takes a step back, then another. "Red sky at night.

"Enjoy your smoke, Mr. Gibbs."

It sounds like a thank you, or as near as Elizabeth is prepared to come to saying it aloud.

[pirate_gibbs]

It's close enough. Gibbs nods and returns to his smoke. And finds that he's got a whole new boatload of things to deal with. Such is the life of a pirate.