[Open-ish]
WHO: Elizabeth Bennet [hardlytolerable] and... whoever! Though most likely one Mr. Darcy~
WHAT: Yet another arrival.
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Day 39
It didn't look like Britain. Far more so, it looked like something out of the travel logs of voyages to the Caribbean, pirates and pillaging and exploration.
It was exciting. Unsettling. It made her feel restless, and she was only too glad when she was finally able to get off the boat onto the dock to look around.
If there was one thing she was strangely happy about, it was to know Darcy was here. It was... oddly comforting.
Still, trying to look up through the crowd of people milling about, she couldn't seem to spot him, or anyone at all, for that matter. Right now, she'd even be happy to see her mother. Or Lydia. Anyone, really.
WHAT: Yet another arrival.
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Day 39
It didn't look like Britain. Far more so, it looked like something out of the travel logs of voyages to the Caribbean, pirates and pillaging and exploration.
It was exciting. Unsettling. It made her feel restless, and she was only too glad when she was finally able to get off the boat onto the dock to look around.
If there was one thing she was strangely happy about, it was to know Darcy was here. It was... oddly comforting.
Still, trying to look up through the crowd of people milling about, she couldn't seem to spot him, or anyone at all, for that matter. Right now, she'd even be happy to see her mother. Or Lydia. Anyone, really.