Jacques placed his hand on Arieshell's shoulder. "Go fetch Belle as I assist docking Sparrow."
"Of course!" her voice radiated with joy.
Arieshell sauntered over to the door leading to Jacques's quarters, eagerly awaiting to inform Belle they'd docked in England. She stretched her hand up toward the door and knocked once.
"Hello? Who's there?" Belle queried.
"Jacques sent me to tell you we've arrived."
Arieshell stood waiting for a response. She heard a muffled sound of someone rummaging inside the room causing her to feel a swirling in her stomach. What is Belle doing in there? Suddenly, another moment slipped by.
The soft sound of the brass latch clicking into place echoed through the wooden frame. As the handle turned, an aged creak told a story of long-lasting use before Belle stepped out.
Arieshell's lips pulled into a bright smile. Excited to witness Belle's interactions, she gently guided her as they joined Jacques and Gus.
Jacques clasped his hands. "Belle! Look around you. We've arrived." He chimed, gesturing to the ship's docks.
As Belle turned to face the busy street, her eyes broadened glancing at her surroundings. Arieshell caught Jacques's eye and was met with his delightful grin.
"It's-" Belle paused. "It's beautiful!"
"It seems like you're merrier today than you have been in the past few days," Arieshell remarked.
Belle's face flushed with embarrassment, and she turned her attention to the ship's planks. Without hesitation, Arieshell grasped Belle's petite hands, startling her.
"Belle," she began. "You don't need to suppress your excitement. After all, we're so close to finding William!"
"She's right!" Jacques chimed in. "We support you and value your happiness, rather than watching you become more disheartened each day."
Belle swiftly spun around, enveloping them in a warm, tight embrace. Arieshell's heart fluttered at being a part of the affectionate scene. After Belle set them free, she nervously rubbed her forearm, her cheeks flushing a deep hue of red.
"My sincere apologies. I shouldn't have done that."
"No! Please don't be sorry. You've nothing to apologize for," protested Arieshell.
"Belle, we're here for you," Jacques reassured her, softly placing his hand on her shoulder. "We've got your back. Furthermore, we're ready to support you however we can."
Arieshell jerked her head affectionately before clasping her hands together. Her gaze fell upon Caspian and Quinton skillfully securing the mooring lines, ensuring they were fastened and snug. They began to place their weight on the ropes, testing their resilience as Jacques monitored the rest of the crew finishing their dock duties.
"We're all set, Capitaine," Caspian reported.
"Thank you," Jacques said as he stared at the rest of the crew. "Please be aware that we aren't here to draw attention to ourselves. Do as you please. However, the plan is to find Mademoiselle Belle's good friend."
"Capitaine," a soothing female voice beckoned.
Jacques met Léa's sultry gaze, her lips agape. The crew lined up eagerly, anticipation building as they awaited their next orders.
He gestured for her to proceed. "Go on, Léa. What is it?"
"Eda and Erasmus need to go to the market for fresh ingredients. The pantry is running low. We would appreciate it if you would grant us your permission."
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The Tale Of The Siren (Slow Updates On Weekends) Rough Draft
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