𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ~ 𝓪 𝓑𝓾𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝓣𝔀𝓸 : 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

The following morning you awoke with a start, the intrusive sound of your alarm rousing you from your slumber. Ugh. It only felt like you'd closed your eyes five minutes ago. Due to having lay awake long into the night in spite of being bone-tired, once you had finally drifted off to sleep you'd slept deeply; well, for the few brief hours you had managed to grab at least.

Yawning, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and forced yourself to leave the warm cocoon of your small, but nonetheless cozy, bed. The first early morning slivers of daylight creep through the gaps in your threadbare curtains like strands of silver, providing just enough light in order for you to see to dress without having to switch on the light.
It was 5:30am, far earlier than you're accustomed to rising in order to prepare for a day at the Sea Shell. Sure, guests who require a room often requested breakfast which has to be prepared, but ordinarily they didn't appreciate being disturbed before at least 10:30.

But today was no ordinary day. Not for you, anyway. Today you were on a mission of sorts. After turning the idea over and over in your head all night; almost driving yourself crazy with your overthinking, reviewing, and reassessing of the situation, the conclusion you kept returning to seemed unavoidable. If you wanted to speak to Buggy the clown in relation to your proposition then your only opportunity to speak to him in private and away from prying eyes and ears, would be first thing this morning. Relatively early, as you needed to catch him alone. Alone as in by himself without not only the presence of fellow work colleagues or patrons, but specifically his newfound companion, Alvida.

You were painfully aware that your actions could be described as somewhat stalker-ish, and unarguably manipulative; especially given your choice of clothing. You'd selected it with the deliberate intention of, hopefully, maybe gaining the pirates' attention. After all, he was a man, and from the little you knew about the art of seduction, you realized your usual attire just wouldn't cut it if you were hoping to attract him with your so-called "feminine wiles"

pfft. You didn't go in for all that crap but desperate times called for desperate measures. So for once you had chosen to forgo your usual outfit consisting of men's oversized clothing, opting instead to wear a white, form-fitting shirt and a pleated leather skirt. You smiled as you found that particular item buried at the back of your closet, it never having been worn as you'd purchased it on a whim, liking it purely because you thought it had a piratical look about it.

Quickly you brushed out your hair, opting to wear it down and uncovered by the bandana you usually used to conceal it. As you checked your reflection you ran through the plan in your mind once again....you would make breakfast for him and take it to his room, either claiming it to be on the house - you had professed to be a fan after all - or you could play dumb and make out like it had been ordered by mistake, you still hadn't decided which excuse to use as yet. You could iron out the finer details as you cooked his breakfast.
Then....once you had him all to yourself you could—

creak

A sudden noise caught your attention, abruptly shattering your thoughts. The distinguishable creaking of the well-trodden wooden floorboards out on the landing, and as you strained your ears to listen more intently it became more than apparent that somebody was up and about already, which wasn't exactly commonplace within an establishment who's guests usually drank hard liquor late into the night. And if you wasn't mistaken, whoever it was were deliberately trying to creep along the hallway undetected; making the minimum amount of noise. Such consideration was also a rarity within an inn. No, whoever this was had ulterior motives for such sneakiness.

Without giving a moments consideration to your next actions you crossed the room in three strides and flung open the door, only to be greeted by the sight of the individual who'd been the cause of your sleepless night...or rather, the sight of his retreating back as he was attempting to negotiate his way quietly passed your room. Before thinking through what to say, your mouth overruled your brain as you wasted no time in confronting him directly,