PIRATES!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D P)

Tara: "I said: you know how I feel now. If I were anyone else then you wouldn't mind me being up here one bit."

Dylan: I shook my head. "No. That's not true. i'd prefer that one younger girl right now, but anyone's fine." I continued to smirk. It's just that I'd feel a bit uncomfortable playing in front of you.

Tara: "I'm sure you would prefer her. I get the feeling you don't like that you're getting older," At least, that would explain his immaturity. It was really just a vague theory.

Dylan: I shrugged. "I don't mind getting older. I'll only be twenty, which isn't so old." She'd be in a living hell basically for four more months.

(Hmm. Question! How do the cabins work? Do they have roomates or their own little nooks? )

Tara: I sighed and snapped my journal shut. "Maybe to you. Luckily, I'm going to return to my cabin now. You can play your loves songs in peace." I smirked and walked down the stairs to the cabin again.

((I dunno. I was assuming own little nooks - at least for anyone with a real position. Regular sailors may share. We can ask Rose when she gets on))

((I prefer own little nooks))

Dylan: "Goodbye, love." She left and I picked up the guitar again, playing a tune that matched the rising sun.

(okay) Tiffany: she had crept to the top of the stairs with her journal, her long pigtail braids still mussed from sleep. She was sketching the sunrise in ink, in rhythm to the guitar playing. If only it were played by someone else. She would enjoy it more that way.

Dylan: Wow. Speak of the devil, I guess? Except she wasn't much of a devil. More of a girl who's grown up surrounded by men. "Morning." I said, though this time I didn't stop playing.

Tiffany: she smirked, and continued to sketch. "Just barely..." she said, refering to the not-quite-risen sun.

Dylan: I laughed. "It's after 12, innit?" I looked at what she was doing. "Could I see your sketch?"

Tiffany: she hugged the book to her chest untrustfully. "Say please."

Dylan: i smirked. "Could I see your sketch pretty pretty please?"

Tiffany: "No," she said matter-of-factly.

Dylan: "Well then. You just wanted to here me be civil and polite, didn't you? I'm not a COMPLETE caveman, you know."

Tiffany: "I was testing you for sarcasm, and you failed."

Dylan: "I wasn't being sarcastic. I would like to see what you're drawing."

Tiffany: "Maybe if you say please like I'm not five years old, then you can."

Dylan: I sighed. "Could I see your sketches? Please?" Sincerity.

Tiffany: she smiled smugly. "Better." She lowered the book so he could see.

Dylan: i saw the sketch and looked away in frustration. "How the HELL are you so good at this stuff? I try to draw a freaking sun and it ends up looking like an eternally damned turtle!"

Tiffany: she laughed. "Shh, shh, you'll wake up the crew!" she said in a hushed tone.

Dylan: "Oops," i whispered, chuckling. "But seriously."

Tiffany: she smirked. "That's a first."