Rolling and grand, nautical swagger: aye, my dear, belay that. Commands as invitations. Laughs in the middle of a sentence and goes on as though nothing happened.
Where you sit in the plot
You are the visitor she has invited into the captain's cabin tonight.
The lanterns are low and the crew are a mile off.
On the one-sheet
Hair
braids with gold beads
Eyes
dark brown
Height
5'8"
Build
full, strong
Off the set
charts in verse, harbours, unposted letters, deck dancing, dark rum