I'm Your Friend Too, Mr. Todd

Welcome to Deauville

The sun finally rose above the horizon, Nellie could feel the small rocking movements of the ship swinging back and forth making her feel slightly dizzy and her stomach turning.

She barely slept the whole night, the nightmare she had made her afraid to keep her eyes closed for even a few minutes, or if the barber was really going to kill her if she fell asleep. Speaking of the barber, she heard no movement from him or even his breathing. She hesitantly turned her head to the floor to see him curled up on the ground though she couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not.

Does he get nightmares too? She pondered, though he probably does especially from the horrors he's seen while in prison for 15 years.

Nellie finally decided to sit up from the bed, her back and neck sore from the hard mattress making her let out a small groan of pain.

"Mrs. Lovett?"

She flinched slightly, hearing her name come from his lips. I guess he is awake.

She let out a yawn and rubbed her eyes, feeling more fearful of the barber after the horrible dream she had. "I think I'll go out and find somethin' to eat" she told him and slipped out of the bed. She didn't hear a response from the barber so she exited the room.

She felt more relieved now that she was away from Sweeney and was now heading towards the dining room. The place was fairly small, but it was enough for at least ten people to fit in.

Nellie smiled as she eyed what looked to be toast with eggs and made a beeline for it. The smell of it making her mouth water, she just hopes the food tastes as good as it looks and smells. Once she had the plate of breakfast in her hands, she headed towards the table and took a seat where she began to dine on her food.

"You woke up in a hungry mood".

Nellie's eyes bursted open with surprise and a bit of fear, she half expected it to be Sweeney who might have followed her but the voice didn't match the barber's.

She turned sharply to see one of the sailors, Nathan. She relaxed knowing that it was someone who will not harm her.

"That was my breakfast" the sailor said awkwardly and Nellie's expression changed to guilt. "Oh my! Im so sorry! I swear I didn't mean too, I was just hungry and I saw this lying there and..."

She suddenly stopped babbling her apology when she heard laughter and raised a brow in confusion.
"Don't worry Ellie, it's all good. I can make another one, I understand that you're starving, believe me, I get hangry in the mornings sometimes" Nathan chuckled and Nellie's eyes beamed, "you can cook?"

Nathan walked towards the stove and began to prepare a new meal of toast and eggs, "sure I can. I'm not too much of a fan of fish and plus my mother taught me how to cook when I was a young lad," he said as he placed a piece of bread on the pan.

Nellie was slightly surprised that a man, let alone a sailor, knew how to cook. It was quite rare to see a man doing a woman's job, though of course she doesn't mind nor will she tease him about it. It would be nice if Mista T learned a thing or two about cooking, he would help me with dinner, she thought. She remembers the times it would just be her to prepare a meal for three people but one of them barely touches his food which would sent her in an internal rage and annoyance. Would also be wonderful if that useless thing helped me clean the dishes, she added to her thoughts.

"So what brings you to wanting to go to France? A change of scenery? Visiting family members? Perhaps getting away from a crime?" That last part was a joke but Nellie tensed at his words.

"Um... just to get away from the stink hole known as London, I heard there are some lovely areas in France that be nice to live in" she tried her best not to stutter, though it was rare for her unless she was nervous or in a feeling of being in danger, but she did her best to hide her worry tone.