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[bringmethatnpc]

Everything in Panama City had gone mostly according to plan, a rare happenstance for the pirates in this motley crew, and the more superstitious among them spent the first few days on board their new vessel debating whether this meant good luck or bad, fair wind or foul.

The Spanish ship they'd stolen isn't large or particularly pleasing to the eye, being in need of some new paint and wood maintenance, but it's seaworthy and swift before the wind, and most importantly, well-stocked for a long voyage.

And a long journey to Singapore it will be.

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[clumsy_auror]

"Daughters," replies Nymphadora with a sage nod, "are a dad's Achilles heel. Mine's the same way. I think I could've decided to become a circus performer and Dad would've still been pleased as punch."

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth spends a happy moment contemplating which would most disturb her father: Circus performer or pirate?

"Perhaps when this is over, we should introduce them and they can spend an evening singing our virtues over a fine glass of port," she suggests with a sly, sidelong look.

It's a pleasant thought, anyway.

[clumsy_auror]

For a moment, 'Dora's quiet, just looking at her friend.

Then, sincerely: "I think that's a brilliant idea."

[try_corsets]

"Good."

Elizabeth stands, quietly handing her length of rope to Tonks.

"I think I'll go find Will," she says. Whether or not she'll speak with him is another matter. "I'll be back in a bit."

She flashes a quick smile and walks away, trying not to be too obvious in her search.

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora watches her go, adjusts her umbrella to accommodate the shifting sun, and then turns her attention back to the rope.