Trafalgar and Boone, missing scene
Forgot to include this in the last post! I realized Dorothy and Trafalgar got the journal from the Quintel house, then didn't even look at it. Seemed kind of neglectful. So I added a scene in Chapter... Eight? The scene where Dorothy takes a bath. So people won't have to wait:
Upstairs she drew herself a bath and disrobed. She lifted her arms over her head and examined herself in the mirror. No new scars, no scrapes or bruises that would color themselves in come morning. She let her hair down and stepped into the bathtub, sinking down to relax against the smooth curve of the porcelain. Her bag was resting against the corner of the tub, and once she was settled in she opened it to retrieve the journal they had taken from Quintel’s home.
She flipped through the crowded pages in the hopes she would find some rhyme or reason. She wasn’t expecting to find anything resembling a key or a legend so she focused on the sketches. Artifacts rendered in intricate detail, some of which she knew from her own research and a few that were in her attic and storeroom. She paused to examine full-page landscapes of pyramids and interiors of tombs. “Peru,” she said softly, identifying one page before moving to the next. “Ecuador. Egypt. Hm. Don’t know that one.”
Near the end of the book she was startled to see Trafalgar looking out at her. After the initial surprise faded she realized it was a drawing of Trafalgar as a child. Her hair was cut short over her ears, and her lips were slightly parted as her wide eyes stared forward. There was a challenge in the expression, despite the slender neck and without doubt equally small arms, this was a girl who was prepared to fight. Dorothy wasn’t surprised this girl had grown to be such a vexing woman.
When the drawings no longer held her interest, she closed the book and put it aside on the ledge with her soaps and creams so she wouldn’t drop it into her bath. She stretched her arms along the edge of her tub fell into a light sleep, aware of movement in the house - Desmond retiring to the library so he could read before bed, Beatrice arriving home and cleaning in the parlor even though she hadn’t been asked. Dorothy made a note to thank her for taking the initiative, sinking lower into the seductive embrace of the water as her mind drifted off into oblivion.
Upstairs she drew herself a bath and disrobed. She lifted her arms over her head and examined herself in the mirror. No new scars, no scrapes or bruises that would color themselves in come morning. She let her hair down and stepped into the bathtub, sinking down to relax against the smooth curve of the porcelain. Her bag was resting against the corner of the tub, and once she was settled in she opened it to retrieve the journal they had taken from Quintel’s home.
She flipped through the crowded pages in the hopes she would find some rhyme or reason. She wasn’t expecting to find anything resembling a key or a legend so she focused on the sketches. Artifacts rendered in intricate detail, some of which she knew from her own research and a few that were in her attic and storeroom. She paused to examine full-page landscapes of pyramids and interiors of tombs. “Peru,” she said softly, identifying one page before moving to the next. “Ecuador. Egypt. Hm. Don’t know that one.”
Near the end of the book she was startled to see Trafalgar looking out at her. After the initial surprise faded she realized it was a drawing of Trafalgar as a child. Her hair was cut short over her ears, and her lips were slightly parted as her wide eyes stared forward. There was a challenge in the expression, despite the slender neck and without doubt equally small arms, this was a girl who was prepared to fight. Dorothy wasn’t surprised this girl had grown to be such a vexing woman.
When the drawings no longer held her interest, she closed the book and put it aside on the ledge with her soaps and creams so she wouldn’t drop it into her bath. She stretched her arms along the edge of her tub fell into a light sleep, aware of movement in the house - Desmond retiring to the library so he could read before bed, Beatrice arriving home and cleaning in the parlor even though she hadn’t been asked. Dorothy made a note to thank her for taking the initiative, sinking lower into the seductive embrace of the water as her mind drifted off into oblivion.