“You sure about that? The other captains I believe would have, but I’m willing to bet that I’m the only one you let in…and I mean into your problems, woman. Don’t be getting the wrong idea”, he said while he placed a hand on top of her head. “Besides, it would do us no good if our leader is troubled and I can’t do anything about it.” Vincent was responsible enough to see that she was doing well and not in any immediate trouble. Her trauma was exactly that though and he wouldn’t leave her side until she got through it somehow.

“Your explanation makes sense- her past and her responsibilities as a leader help to fuel the nightmares when she isn’t under some sort of substance influence. This should provide some comfortable for her”, he sighed in some relief. He knew just as her mother did that Fortuna was the sort of being that wouldn’t admit many things easily if she didn’t want to. But even he could have seen how much she had went through despite the short time of getting to know her. She was in charge of an entire crew made up of smaller ones, as well as their families and ships and such. She waged a personal and moral war against the corruption while having to evade capture from those like himself formerly. He was honestly surprised she kept it together for as long as she did.

Vincent nodded as she wished to see what the others had been up to in their absence. It wasn’t too hard for him to imagine what they could possibly be doing at a time like this but he would accompany her just the same. He moved over to help her up to her feet. “Don’t overdo it. We can go as slowly as needed.” He rubbed at the back of his head and took her hand into his own and took their departure from the manor for the time being. He kept his pace close to hers as they made it through the district; every so often he would glance over to her direction for a few moments before looking forward again. “Make sure you don’t trip over the skirts”, he said half-jokingly before they reached the tavern. He could hear the jollies being sung in there followed by roars of laughter before they even set foot into the establishment. “Oh gods, what did you do to my crew…”, he sighed at Furtuna before going inside. As he expected, plenty of them were singing and drinking their brews; some were accompanied by ladies and others were completely missing.

“Remember, no alcohol”, he whispered at her just as a few of his men looked towards their direction and at the fearless pirate queen herself. “Hey there fellows, there’s our queen right there, and she’s dressed for the occasion!”, one hooted and rose his drink. A few of them stopped singing to laugh at the sight since they had never seen her dressed up before.