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Ochalla
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Turning her head when he put his hand in her shoulder, Musetta smiled sadly. Here she was being comforted about not having anything she especially loved by a man who had been marooned for so long he'd given up the idea of escaping the island. It seemed very backwards to her, and a bit uncomfortable to that she seemed to need the hope more then him.
She was mostly glad when he removed his hand. Mostly but not completely. A friendly gesture like that was a rare commodity for her since she became captain of her own ship. "I..." She didn't know what to say really, so she turned her head to face the ceiling once more and then sighed. What was the point though of all that idealistic love of life though if she didn't stick to her principles? If she didn't follow through with what she started?
Maybe that was what it came down to, there was nothing he needed to do, so he could take the easy way. Her on the other hand, she needed to see to it that her brother was the last one to be a victim. That losing him and her father hadn't been meaningless. Musetta closed her eyes again, not wanting to think about her own lost. She did not want to grieve over the long dead, there was too much to do. "Tomorrow, the storm should pass. Will have to do another survey of the wreck, see how much of it is left," her voice was tight, but it was better to try to set her sights on tomorrow then look back at the past.
She was mostly glad when he removed his hand. Mostly but not completely. A friendly gesture like that was a rare commodity for her since she became captain of her own ship. "I..." She didn't know what to say really, so she turned her head to face the ceiling once more and then sighed. What was the point though of all that idealistic love of life though if she didn't stick to her principles? If she didn't follow through with what she started?
Maybe that was what it came down to, there was nothing he needed to do, so he could take the easy way. Her on the other hand, she needed to see to it that her brother was the last one to be a victim. That losing him and her father hadn't been meaningless. Musetta closed her eyes again, not wanting to think about her own lost. She did not want to grieve over the long dead, there was too much to do. "Tomorrow, the storm should pass. Will have to do another survey of the wreck, see how much of it is left," her voice was tight, but it was better to try to set her sights on tomorrow then look back at the past.