“And maybe he’s mean because he was nice to whoever was killed and he thinks his being nice was why they’re not here anymore?” She glanced at him and smiled, looking to see if the first mate was around and what his reaction to her on deck would be.
I’m bored and want another one on one rp, fight me (open)
The first mate was glaring at the both of them. The captain was by his side, watching them as well. Daso couldn't tell from the distance, but it looked as though the captain was reprimanding the first mate. The idea made him grin. "I think the captain's starting to like us more than he likes the first mate."
She glanced between the first mate and Daso, seeing how angry the first mate looked. He was practically seething. “It looks like he’s starting to like you more than the first mate, not me.” She said, looking at Daso, “I’ve been sitting below deck doing no work for the crew and eating all the food.”
"Maybe so," Daso agreed with a bright smile. "I'm sure once he gets to know you, he'll love you!" He turned his smile towards the captain, waving the keys. "Here he comes now. I hope the first mate doesn't tag along."
Like he said, the captain was coming over, though the first mate was trailing along with him. Andrea held her breath at the look she was given from the first mate, one of almost pure hatred. It didn’t surprise her, he seemed to hate a girl on board, but that much hatred was new. She stayed silent as the captain took Daso’s keys back and only offered a happy smile to show her thanks.
The captain nodded shortly. "In two days we will reach land. You'll both work until then, of course. After that we will part ways."
“Alright, and captain? Thank you.” She said, nodding in gratitude with a growing smile. It took all her will power not to dance around the deck. They would be docking in two days, she was allowed to work again and be out of the brig, and the first mate seemed to hate her.
The first mate interrupted before the captain could reply. "You'd better be fucking grateful, wench. You're living on borrowed time."
The captain silenced him with a hand. "Quiet, George. They're our guests."
Her eyes narrowed for a moment and she glared at George before resuming her happiness. Being called a wench was one of the things she wasn’t a fan of. At all. At least the first mate couldn’t beat her up with the captain watching, she was safe for now.
"Thank you kindly for your hospitality," Daso said with a bow. The captain nodded again and strode away. George started to leave but paused, glaring at them one more time.
Andrea tried to seem like she didn’t notice him glaring at them, instead turning to face Daso. “Now that I’m a crew member again, what should we do? Do you need help with anything? Do you think the crew will mind if I sleep where I did before the incident?” She peppered him with questions, happy to have a friend to again, talk to, while they sailed. The thought of getting to land, and getting to board a different ship sounded exciting and dangerous. You could never tell how a captain was going to react to having a female on board.
"I already finished all my chores for today," he said, trying to think of something they could do. "I don't know. A lot of the crew likes it when I sing, and I'm starting to learn this little instrument the navigator brought along. I could teach you the songs I usually sing so you can join me when I sing them tonight?"
She nodded her eye lighting up as the thought of learning something new, especially songs, “I’d like that, and maybe the crew will like me more too.” Andrea looked around the ship at the different crew members working and couldn’t help but smile. They were almost back to land, where she wasn’t going to be hated quite as much by certain people.
Daso grabbed the instrument, plucking out a few notes. "This is really fun," he laughed. "Do you want to try?"
Andrea shook her head but smiled, “It looks too difficult to learn, I’ll stick to just singing.” She bounced on her toes and studied the instrument in his hands, curious as to what it was.
"Alright." He held up the instrument, studying it. It was small, like a guitar but rounder, with five strings. The wood it was made from was old and appeared to have been water damaged, but the sound was still sweet and melodic. He plucked out a few more notes. "Hmm, sea shanties. Let's see. Oh, I know!
Oh my old mother she wrote to me
My darling son come home from sea
Go down, red roses, go down!" he sang loudly with a quite pretty tenor voice.
She just listened for a minute to learn the words with a smile. He had an amazing voice and she could have listened to him all day without hesitation, she could already tell singing with him was going to be fun.
He finished the song with a smile and then turned towards her. "Do you want me to play it again so you can learn the tune, or do you want to start learning the lyrics?"
“Lyrics,” She decided, nodding and walking over to the nearest object. Andrea rested against it and looked to Daso, eyes bright as she waited to learn the words so she could help sing. Singing wasn’t something she usually did so she had no clue if her voice was even nice to listen to, but it was with a shot.
"Okay, so I kind of made up some of them," he admitted, sitting beside her, "because I didn't really like the real song. But it's all about roses and the sea."
She smiled and nodded, “Sounds good.” She looked around the ship before she looked back to Daso, her dark chocolate colored eyes blinking as she waited for him to start with the lyrics. As long as there was a decent melody to go with the words, the song sounded amazing to her already.
"Oh my old mother she wrote to me
My darling son come home from sea
Go down, red roses, go down!
But the sea is where I was meant to be
The sea has always been calling to me
Go down, red roses, go down!
So I told mummy farewell, toodle-loo,
And to the sea, I ran away with you.
Farewell, red roses, I bid adieu."
He half sang, have spoke the entire song, trying to feign absolute confidence although he felt massively insecure about his song. He felt that he'd written too much, that he should have left the lyrics alone. He glanced at her. "I…I can write them down, if that'd help?"
Andrea closed her eyes slightly as she listened to him with a growing smile, shaking her head in response to his question, “The lyrics are beautiful and you don’t need to write them down, I’ll remember them after we sing it once or twice.” His voice was still amazing and she was almost in awe that he had made up part of the song himself.
He smiled at her smile, glad she didn't hate the song. She actually seemed to really like it, which made him even happier. He had far flung aspirations of being an entertainer of some sort, but he didn't really think he was good enough. He cleared his throat. "Okay. I'll sing it again, and this time you can try to sing along."
With a nod, she closed her eyes so she could focus on the lyrics, motioning that he could start whenever he wanted. The song was pretty, and well written, plus with the instrument being played along as well it sounded even better.
He played through the song a few more times, before nodding at her. "Okay, now I'll play and you can sing along. Test your knowledge of the lyrics."
"Oh my old mother she wrote to me
My darling son come home from sea
Go down, red roses, go down!
But the sea is where I was meant to be The sea has always been calling to me
Go down, red roses, go down!
So I told mummy farewell, toodle-loo,
And to the sea, I ran away with you.
Farewell, red roses, I bid adieu."
She sang the song, only messing up a few times but quickly going back and correcting the words she screwed up.
Daso grinned at her, clapping in appreciation. "That was great! Your voice is really nice."
Her cheeks flushed and she glanced at the deck with a smile, “Thanks, your voice is better though.” She looked up at him and smiled, “That was fun to sing though.”
"I'm glad you think so," he said, putting down the instrument and resting his elbows on his knees. "I used to write songs a lot, back at home."