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[glaza]

You don't sound like you're guessing!

[ She blows some more on her fish, still watching him like a hawk.

Natasha looks at the offered fish and shakes her head again before looking back out at the ocean. The memory of Clint seemed to stomp down on any appetite she could've had. That keeps happening in the months after his death. She wonders especially if she agreed to all this too soon. None of it feels right. ]

[endlesswar]

[Lying isn't a virtue. And lying to children, that seems even more of a sin. So he merely gives her a shrug.

His refused offering is stick in the sand upright between them. No sense in letting it go to waste, perhaps she will change her mind in time. The silence cut by the crackle or chatter of the little girl, Natasha's thoughts are unknown to them completely.]

There is more if you're hungry.

[To both mother and daughter.]

[glaza]

[ Anya huffs at the shrug and chews one her fish while pouting but quickly becomes distracted by the taste of it and quickly consumes it. She reaches out her hands when he mentions there's more. ]

Please!

[ Natasha continues to look out at the ocean, her expression somber and closed off. ]

[endlesswar]

[Frank reaches forward to pull it out for her. Being close to the fire, he'd hate for harm to come to her.]

There now.

[His eyes fall to Natasha.]

Ma'am. Anything I can get you?

[glaza]

[ Natasha doesn't respond, she didn't hear him. Anya takes a break from blowing on her fish to yell out for her mother and Natasha's head jerks toward the child, brow furrowed in surprise.

The child points to Frank and her mother looks to the man again, waiting. ]

[endlesswar]

[Before he can kindly ask the child to leave her mother be, Anya has Natasha's attention. Frank looks at her from across the campfire.]

...is there anything I can get you or do for you? I'm to watch you until morning.

[Until her husband and his men come to fetch them.]

[glaza]

[ Natasha's mouth presses into a thin line and she snaps at Anya to looks at her and translate as she signs to Frank.

The little girl says: ]

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

[endlesswar]

[The way her hands move is rapid and solid. She knows her own mind and thoughts.]

I'm trying to give comfort to an uncomfortable situation. It's my duty.

[glaza]

[ She signs again and Anya speaks around a mouthful of fish, ]

"Why is that your duty?"

[endlesswar]

Your husband owns a great portion of land and I'm in his employment.

[The way the shadows go in the firelight it is like her hands are made of light and cut the shadows. It's only the contrast between her dark clothes and pale skin.]

[glaza]

[ She frowns some more, ]

"What kind of man is my husband?"

[endlesswar]

He is a business man. Slow to smile. Once one is in his favor, it is a pleasing place to be.

[Which is all true.]

I did not know he had a need or want for a wife.

[glaza]

[ She arches a brow at that. Not exactly something she wants to hear but good to know. ]

"How long have you known him?"

[endlesswar]

Four years or so now. I did business at sea with him at first and come to spend my days on land.

[Not a big detail but still one. It's a working relationship he's painting.]

[glaza]

[ She pauses for a moment, considering her daughter before signing, ]

"What is your..."

[ Anya squints and Natasha uses a different word. ]

"...thought of him?"

[endlesswar]

I hold him in a respected regard. I've no reason to doubt his word when it's given. He is not the most tender nor sensitive of men. His love until now has been work.

[Which makes his union with the redheaded woman across the fire more interesting.]

You have been in contact long?

[glaza]

[ She signs again, realizing her assumptions of her new husband were true. ]

"Four months."

[ He had offered a good dowery for her and held enough respect through his business that her family's name would continue to be respected back home. She had already caused enough of a stir marrying Clint like she had. ]

[endlesswar]

[Four months. And here she is on the other side of the world. Well. Frank merely nods and scoots closer to the fire to dry what he can of his clothes. Staying here on the beach is not ideal. At least the girls have layers and layers of clothes. The waves crash in the darkness.]

I hope that life here suits you.

[glaza]

[ She sighs heavily through her nose, knowing she probably made the wrong choice for her heart. But her family deserved better respect and her daughter deserved a father. Her own selfishness had been served years ago.

While her mother looks back into the fire, Anya goes back to munching on the fish. She waits a mouthful before turning back to the man, ]

Why did you come here?

[endlesswar]

Me? I...used to sail on tallship. I served in the Navy and after I was a merchant. Fever took my family so I was adrift. I came to this island and... seemed as though I was meant to be here.

[The most brief, possibly most removed he has ever been from telling this tale. The sweet little girl doesn't need the trouble of his life's story when her own has just begun with it's own share of tragedy. May it end here, he hopes.]

[glaza]

[ Anya's eyes widen at the new information, ]

You had a family?!

[ But Natasha is quick to tsk at her daughter with her teeth, signing to her 'Don't ask such things!'. Anya just pouts in her mother's direction. ]

[endlesswar]

Once. Yes.

[And just for her he forces a smile before taking a bite out of his own crispy fish.]

[glaza]

[ Natasha shakes her head at Anya again, a warning not to ask more about that. With their own loss still so painfully felt, Natasha feels it important not to tread on this one for him.

(Even as it makes her feel worse for her treatment of him since they arrived on shore.)

Anya goes back to being silent until she can't stand it and has to ask: ]

Were you ever a pirate?

[ Natasha presses her mouth into a line and rolls her eyes. She really does take after Clint in most ways. ]

[endlesswar]

[He chuckles warmly. The fire crackles and the rest of the night is quiet. Not even the wind too loud this close to the shore. Or perhaps the waves are the loudest, most soothing of things.]

No, little miss. I was never a pirate. They are not good people.

[glaza]

Aww!

[ Anya does not hide her disappointment in the whine. ]

But they have so many adventures and treasure! And tattoos! Why don't you have any treasure? Or do you? I won't tell!