Elspeth had forced herself to her feet. She snuck out of the room while Lyon was asleep. She had spent time lying awake, trying to convince herself that this was not an impossible task. Surely there must be some sort of mercy in him. She managed to stay standing despite the intense pain in her rib cage. She had to grit her teeth at first to stand it. Her steps were careful as she managed her way around the mats and to the door. She opened it as quietly as possible and slipped out into the hall. The ship rocked, making it hard for her to keep her balance.

Elspeth made her way down the hall. She was not sure where the captain's quarters were but she was sure she would find it soon enough. She was lucky in the fact taht she did not come across anyone in the hallway. Had they known she was up and about she had no doubt that Cat and Lyon would be furious with her. Her ribs were not fully healed which meant that she risked puncturing a lung. She hadn't had the guts to actually look at what she was sure was some spectacular bruising on her chest.

Then she saw a door that was slightly open. She immediately recognized that it must have been the Captain's quarters. She lightly pushed the door open and stepped in, leaning on the handle.

"Hello, Cap'ain?" It was empty. She stayed there, looking around the room for a moment or two.

Eamon had been on deck, with the watch, taking young Sylas' post, who was now sleeping down in the main quarters. The kid had been having a rough week, and while it was his bloody fault for wanting to come on board a pirate ship, it was also Eamon's fault for giving in and letting him. It was freezing on the open sea, and his seacoat hadn't been doing the job of keeping him warm, so Eamon employed the large flask of Poteen to do it for him. And so he was a little drunk when he stumbled back to his cabin ready for sleep and stumbled into a small injured figure who really shouldn't have been here, calling for him into his room. It had been a long day, fights, work, discussions, and now a watch that wasn't his. Other than the mild influence of the Poteen, Eamon was in a fairly rotten mood. Eamon approached her, and he didn't think she noticed, so he said, "Aye lassie, whaddaya want?" His towering figure nearly took up the entire hall, and he pointed to indicate that he wanted to get inside of his room.

Elspeth stepped back a little from the door. She didn't want to invade his space or anger him in any way. She then heard someone behind her. She turned around to see the man himself. She drew back against the door, both for support and because she could slightly smell the alcohol on his breath. This made her even more nervous to address him. Elspeth was absolutely terrified of him. However this extended generally to all pirates at sea, the exception happened to be Lyon. She jumped when he spoke, her mind going blank for that moment. She opened her mouth and stared at him for a moment before closing it. She had come here to speak to him and she would not go until she had done it.

"Sir," she started. "I was wonderin' if ye coul' leave me a' the next port tha' we come ta? Ye see this is nah the place fer me, nah this ship, nah a' all." She kept her voice loud enough to hear but her tone unaffending.

The cowering creature in front of him had it's own unique smell, different from the bite of alcohol, but similar in it's disgusting quality. Fear was present in the air, in her eyes, in her body, even to the tips of her hair, fear was all that was left, except, for a little determination, which squeaked out a few words from her pretty but virgin lips. This was not a particularly foreign reaction to being caught in a room alone with Eamon O'Sullivan, even if you didn't know his reputation. The man was terrifying, there was really no denying it, though one would think the sad old eyes, and the constant frown would give away the truth, most people focused on the giant man with a big beard, scars, sword, pistol, and the various abilities that all of these implied. Eamon didn't want to deal with this, he didn't even want to scare her, he just wanted to go to sleep before his buzz wore off and the pains set in. So, he shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "Sure, now, my room?" Once passage had been granted, he began to take off his seacoast, and spoke again, eying her peripherally, "though... I don't know what you'll find in Tortuga, other than whoring." He dropped emphasis on the word to see what reaction she would have. "I do have a friend who owns a bar, could get ye a job doing waitress work, though you'd probably have to dress in less than proper attire, and the life wouldn't suit someone like you at all." Grin. "No, if I were you, I wouldn't get off at Tortuga."

Elspeth was mainly terrified of pirates, and he was no exception. Actually he was the height of it. The pirate captain was someone to be feared in her book, not respected. He represented her greatest worries, so her reaction was perfectly logical. She hesitated to go into the room but she really didn't have that much of a choice. She had approached him after all. She stepped into the room, hovering near the door and forcing herself to stand.

She was not sure what to say to his responce at first. Of course she could reply that she survived on tortuga before without whoring. She had a skill, which most women on that island could not brag. Elspeth did not consider spreading one's legs a skill, rather it was a sin. She felt that these women had gone out seeking more than God was willing to give and they were being punished for it, or rather would be.

Her eyes did widen a bit hen he mentioned whoring. That was out of the question for her, that was sinful. Her virtue was still pure. Still there was the fact that such a thing could very possibly drive up her price should she sell heself, or should someone sell her.

"I donna thin' tha' woul' be an appropriate thing ta do sir. I am a seamstress an' a mender by trade. I lived on such skills while I was on tortuga."