Speaking with the Captain

When he takes a seat he can hear her inhale deeply. "Um, I'm sorry if I smell, I just got done in the kitchen and ..."
She raises a hand and stops his speech and shakes her head and a lock of hair falls in front of her face, causing her to blow quickly to make the hair go back behind her head. "What is it that you need Draven?"
"I...may have to leave at the next port so I had some things that I wanted to give you and your sisters. I gave Violet hers and now I want to give you your gift."
He takes out his notebook and tears out two pages. Placing them in her hand he watches in fascination as she takes the papers and places them side by side and then runs her fingers lightly over the surface. In one picture there is a picture of her and the Captain conversing at a table, in the other there is a picture of her looking out over the sea and carving a figurine into a piece of wood. Adnama's eye brows raise up as she tilts her head to the side and puts the pictures back together.
"They are very good drawings Draven. I thank you for them. The second picture...you must have been sitting for a long time to be able to draw me doing that action to be able to place so much detail into the drawing."
Draven shakes his head. "I saw you, and the image was imprinted in my mind so I was able to recall the details from memory. I didn't sit and draw you the entire time."
Adnama nods her head as she tilts her head to the side in a calculating manner. "I believe you would want to see the Captain now. She's in her room, just go on and go inside. She knows you are coming to see us." Adnama points to the door standing opposite of her own and pushes him towards it. "Just go on in Draven, I swear she's waiting for you inside." When he still stands uncertainly Adnama sighs heavily and opens the door to the Captain's room and pushes him in before closing the door behind her and walking away.
Draven stands for a moment listening to Adnama's footsteps until he hears her own door slam closed. He turns and faces the room, looking around and frowning softly when he sees no one is inside. When he takes a few steps in however, he can hear the sounds of a shower being run and he turns towards the door intending to leave, but when he goes to open the door he finds that it is locked shut and he can't see a way to unlock it. Sighing softly he goes to the table and takes a seat, placing his notebook on the top of the table and thumbs through the pages while he waits.
The shower is shut off and when Draven looks up he sees the door opening slowly. The Captain stands in the doorway, nude in every way with the exception of the towel that is wrapped around her head. She starts in surprise and looks at him; he on the other hand turns around swiftly; nearly toppling the chair that he was sitting in. He hears her chuckling as she walks behind him, moving around the room. "Well, I knew you were on your way, I wasn't expecting you to be here when I got done bathing the salt of the sea off my skin though."
"I...Adnama told me to ..."
"Yes, yes I know. I bet my sister is over there laughing her backside off now at her cleverness in putting us together."
The rustling of clothes is the only clue as to what is going on behind him. Within what seems like an eternity the Captain calls out. "You can turn around and take a seat now Draven La'Fon. I promise my mode of dress is not as ...revealing as it was when you saw me enter my room."
Draven turns around and places three pages in the top of the table that he had torn out while waiting for the Captain to dress. "These are for you Captain."
The Captain walks over to the table, her clothing is not unlike what she normally wears, her skirt being parted up to the thighs and showing her legs as she walks barefoot across the floor. The mask on her face matching the deep blue of the fabric that covers her body. As she looks down at the pages she inhales sharply.
One picture is of her and her sisters sitting together eating a meal, all of them are laughing and having a good time. Another picture is of her standing over her enemy, she could recognize the men that they had just recently battled being part of the picture's background even though the focus was on her. The last picture was of her sitting on the crow's nest. She could feel the betraying sting of tears behind her eyelids at the image of peace and longing on her face.