2.4

Elelira POV

The noise from the bar is drifting out the swinging doors, the piano coming alive now that old man Harry has had a few too many.

I enjoy the nights with the crew and the easy banter from being around everyone in high spirits from a successful raid, but the more I drank, the more nostalgic the scene became for me.

It reminded me of Yasmin, Lady Vera, the madam who runs the brothel in Hidden Cove, and so many of my friends who I miss dearly. When Captain Jack in his borrowed corset, which was practically ripping at the seams, offered me coffee laced with rum, it reminded me so much of Cherum that I had to fight to not show my inner emotions. Even Val started to miss our red-bearded protector.

As Beretta started in about her ex-mate and the shit he put her through with his continual cheating, I had to escape for a bit. It hit home for me, and Val had to retreat in my mind to not let her sorrow overtake her.

Now, she's curled in a ball, trying to rest after the day's events