He doesn't know how the ship got here, or why it's here, but it's here, and he covered every inch in his examination of it. She's exactly the same as she was before Blackbeard got his grubby hands on her. Everything is exactly where it should be.
There is in fact somewhere to sleep on it, for an entire crew, and even some food, though he hasn't really missed that part of it.
"Of course. How much do you know about ships?" There's no point in repeating things she already knows.
"I know enough, and what I don't know, I can always figure out," she tells him mildly, flipping a loose lock of hair out of her face before reaching up to draw all of her hair into a messy, elegant bun. All the better to keep it out of her face if she's going to go on a ship. She's pretty sure a ship is no place for someone dressed like she is, but she'll make do.
"Let's start with the deck then, since that's where we are, and work our way down." That seems to make the most sense to him. "You can see the masts, square-rigged, and the wheel for navigating. Access to the rest of the ship is, obviously, from the hatches on this deck."
"Sounds good," she laughs a little, happy to glance around as he mentioned things, studying and memorising to the best of her ability. If only the basics stuck with her, then that'd be progress; boats weren't usually something she cared about. "I assume the hatches have stairs? Or only ladders?"
"They're sort of a combination between stairs and ladders. There's not a lot of extra space for true stairs, so the builders put in what they could." He crosses to one of the hatches and opens it. "Would you like to see?"
"Hm," she muses, eyebrows arching neatly. It's a little hard to picture, but she thinks she can manage. Even so, Lydia offers a pleased smile. "Sure. Better than trying to imagine it, especially when I've got a perfect example right here."
"You go first then. I'll follow." That will give her a chance to take a look around without him in the way, but he'll be down right after her if she has any questions. "It's a bit dark down in the hold, so you'll need to give your eyes time to adjust."
"Aye aye, Captain," she teased, smirking his way before leading the way down there. The ship wouldn't have been nearly as exciting without the company she was keeping, she knew. It was definitely much more interesting with him there.
So she stole a glance back at him, that smirk growing all the more wicked. "Are we going to be all right down there in the dark together? Nothing untoward's going to happen?"
His look is just as wicked as her is, but he pretends like he doesn't know what she's talking about. "There are windows. They let in plenty of light." Not just some little portholes for the captain of the ship. He sails in style (or as much as he can manage on a wooden vessel tossed around by the waves). "There's also a lantern for when it get really dark. You'll be able to see what I'm up to at all times."
"Mmhm," came Lydia's easy response, paired with a mild eye roll. He could pretend all he liked, but she knew full well that he knew exactly what she was getting at.
But that said, it was nice to hear that there were actual windows here. She liked light; she didn't like hanging out in the damp or the cold or the dark all that much. Even if they were only a hop, skip, and a jump from the City. That wasn't the point.
"Well, that's good to know. Even if a bit of mystery never hurts from time to time," she mused.
"We'll be stuck on the ship for awhile. There will be plenty of time for mystery too." He does like to keep things interesting, after all. Doing the same thing day after day gets boring. "Do you have any other questions yet?"
"Nothing comes to mind. Anything you feel like filling me in on?" She asked in return. He knew this better than she did, after all; he knew the questions that would be asked and how to answer them. Or perhaps he just knew the most amusing anecdotes to tell.
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There is in fact somewhere to sleep on it, for an entire crew, and even some food, though he hasn't really missed that part of it.
"Of course. How much do you know about ships?" There's no point in repeating things she already knows.
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"You'll know if I'm really conused."
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So she stole a glance back at him, that smirk growing all the more wicked. "Are we going to be all right down there in the dark together? Nothing untoward's going to happen?"
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But that said, it was nice to hear that there were actual windows here. She liked light; she didn't like hanging out in the damp or the cold or the dark all that much. Even if they were only a hop, skip, and a jump from the City. That wasn't the point.
"Well, that's good to know. Even if a bit of mystery never hurts from time to time," she mused.
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