Today was a pleasant day to be on the sea, gentle breezes carrying the flags and sails, small rolling waves caressing the ship’s hull, and the sun blushing while descending for the night, leaving a glinting trail on the water. Eleanor found the sight both hilarious and pitiful and had to fight the urge to burst into laughter, settling for giggling in her hand. The dress cinched at the waist, defined his muscles underneath at the chest, and would reveal what should remain hidden if he bent over too much or the windswept the cloth upwards. Everyone made sure not to make any remarks around him though, afraid to add cleaning up blood to his chore list.Įleanor leaned on the bulwark atop deck watching the humiliated swordsman as he mopped. While he swept and wiped up with a grin, his eyes begged for anyone to tell him this was an illusion, or to end his shame. It wasn't hard to understand why, when you spot Rokurou Rangestu cleaning the ship, all the while wearing a lilac dress and ribbon in his jet black hair. The crew laughed and snickered above and below decks, even hollering among a few.
The Van Eltia, while usually filled with the pirates’ caterwaul, is in total uproar tonight.
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