With his eyes staring down at the wooden floors, Edmund seemed to be too lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Victoire walk in. He also didn’t realize that his eyelids were hanging heavily over his own eyes. Thankfully, the captain’s sudden presence woke them right up. “He’s doin’ well so far. Bleedin’ ceased an’ all.” He glanced at his sleeping friend. “I s’ppose he’ll be wakin’ soon, hopefully feelin’ less pain in his arm.” He looked back up at her, leaning back in his chair. “And how are ye, cap’n? Fairin’ well yerself?” Being the captain surely must be a hard thing to do, especially after an attack, something he would know about. This wasn’t something Edmund would normally do, but he figured he might as well make sure she had a stable mind…being a woman and all. However Victoire was a very strong woman; she could handle these type of things.
“Good” she simply said as Edmund explained how Viggo was doing. Getting shot hurt pretty bad, an experience unfortunately she had gotten through once in her life. She would prefer to get cut by a sword any day rather than being shot. “Your lady friend did a good job healing him, for once I’m glad you brought her aboard” she said half joking and half true. Eve was a nice girl and all, but overall she just represented a burden because she didn’t do any job on the ship and she was pregnant, which only made her more useless. But she had heard it had been that frail girl the one who stitched Viggo and healed him “It may come in handy in the future to have a healer on the ship” She gave him a slightly puzzled look when he asked how she was. The last time Edmund had concerned himself about her well-being had been some years ago as he romanced her and lured her into his bed. “I’m well. Handling everything as I can but I know that man, Wentworth, represents a true threat to me now. He’ll hunt me down, I know it. He’ll hunt us down, everyone on this ship…”
A little smirk played on his lips at her statement about Eve being on board. Edmund knew how she felt about those who are, as she used to say, ‘useless’ on her ship since she was the one who wanted things done right away. He did, though, agree with her. “Ye would have to consult with Eve herself if ye wanted her to be this ship’s healer. But I’m sure she’ll obliged.” Getting up, Edmund stretched his tired limbs, and then walked around the room to find a small mirror. He found one and started studying himself; he looked to be unbelievably tired, the bags under his eyes making him look to be slightly older. He grimaced then put it away. “Well it’s obvious that we get away from him as far as we can. We weren’t really ready fer that attack, but the farther we go, there’s more o’ a chance o’ not bein’ found.”
“I’ll talk to her about it. We need a healer and she could really use that money” Victoire had heard all the rumors going around her ship about Eve and Edmund. Pirates were as prone to gossip as old women were, even if her crew would never admit it. Everyone on board knew that the two love birds were no longer engaged, so she assumed a single mother would be in need of money to raise her child. “Help me persuade her to say yes Bellamy” she said with a bit of a smirk “Please” she added in the end, and she wasn’t really the kind of woman to say that word. Victoire didn’t say anything as he moved and looked at his own reflection. Probably he had seen what everyone on that ship saw in their own reflections, they were all tired and haggard, after almost two months at sea they really needed a break. “I certainly hope he doesn’t find us soon because we can’t hold up against his men a second time. We were lucky this time…” she sighed. She was concerned, but she couldn’t show an ounce of hesitation in front of her crew. They needed to have their spirits up, think that everything was alright even if it wasn’t. “We’ll follow our plan. Sparrow gave you the location of this witch you’re looking for, right? We’ll go there and hope Wentworth doesn’t find us”