Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. ) || accepting!
Between the two ships, HMS Erebus was certainly the more ‘fun’ of the two. From its ambiance and exquisite craftsmanship to the delightful company of its officers. Priscilla had forgotten just when she had dozed off in all the merriment from staying up well past her usual sleeping hour. With a yawn she arose, holding the jack over her shoulders in gratitude for the extra layer to not catch a chill.
“What time is it…?” She inquired drowsily, blearily staring confused at the other crew member’s quickly hushed snickers from but once glance at her. “What’s so funny?”
When someone finally had the heart to pity her by handing a mirror, a high-pitched shriek echoed across the deck. Along with an exclamation of, “Who’s bright idea was this?!” as she frantically tried wiping it off.
Fortunately, she was at least a good sport about it when the initial embarrassed shock dissolved. She even shared a memory when as children her cousin Emmett once did the something similar.
But when she did find out who was the culprit, oh she would be sure to give him a taste of his own medicine!