#{ HOW COULD SHE GO ASTRAY? // anne main verse. }

[ilianchant]

@nrrngtn​

Even in the Caribbean, the air in the morning at the docks could be downright freezing. Anne pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders as she studied the contents of the letter over and over again, as if the words would change if she just read them often enough, clinging onto every letter, every little spot of ink as  It was better if she would lay low for now, until it had been sorted out. There were rumours about a house raid in Port-au-Prince, could as well be hers. 

She looked up towards the ship that was to take her long, if that message hadn’t got to her mere moments first. Now she stood here, unsure of what to do next. Well, it was obvious, back to the inn where she had spent her last week and then... wait. For this to just blow over like a storm, or for a potential French agent to stab her in her sleep, or- she quickly folded the letter and shoved it into the sleeve of her dress, trying to think about anything else as not to feel the sickness creeping into her core; her ghostly pallor only accentuated the deep dark circles under her eyes, her mouth pressed into a thin line. Better to get back.

#nrrngtn #i hope this is ok! #i finally got to reply after... a decade #{ HOW COULD SHE GO ASTRAY? // anne main verse. }

[ilianchant]

@nrrngtn​ // starter call

Fort Charles was what it was - a military fort. Looking for elegance and comfort between the rough stone was for naught indeed; not that Anne was particularly upset about it. She didn’t come with false notions, but instead, a pile of letters that would be most interesting for the lads at Port Royal. Not her own idea. She went where she had to, as of now, and she had to be sure that someone from the higher-ups had informed the commander of her arrival before her ship docked. If not; it was to improvise. At least it seemed like it, as the two guards let her to - what was his name? Norrington? - the good commodore’s office. Doubtful that they would let in anyone, she reasoned, as after a brief moment, she was to finally meet the man himself.

“Commodore!” - she smiles, brightly, as if she were meeting a an old childhood friend she hadn’t seen in decades - a smile that fades as quickly as it appeared. “How wonderful to meet you at last. I’ve heard grand tales about you. May we speak in private, perhaps?” No need to dance around the matters at hand. Surely he was busy enough and wouldn’t insist on a stroll and talk about the weather first. 

#nrrngtn #i hope this is ok! let me know if something needs to be changed! #{ HOW COULD SHE GO ASTRAY? // anne main verse. }