Hazel opened her eyes to the distinct scent of salted fish and fresh fruit wafting into her nose. The menu choices on the Jolly Roger were something that she was still getting herself acquainted with. Granted the foods were prepared to last for long periods of time spent on the water. It did not mean that it was an easy adjustment to make from having the delicious mouthwatering berries that grew on Pixie Hollow. She threw off the blankets and pushed herself from the bed. She made her bed before she walked out her quarters and followed her nose to the small dining hall on the ship. The whole crew was there with the exception of the captain. They were eating and chatting about loudly which wasn't unusual and it was something she was quite accustomed to by now. The fae watched as they interacted with one another. There was a simplicity to it that Hazel grew to love. How they made the best of their situation and looked out for one another. It was reminiscent in the best way possible to her old life that she left behind in the way that all the fairies were like one big family.
"That is enough for today, Hazel." Killian spoke as he sheathed his sword at his side, using his hook to press his sheath against his leg. He looked up to the fae with a smile on his lips, a faint proud one. Hazel had made great progress in one days time. He could only imagine the leaps and bounds she would make given more time. She would prove to be an asset to his crew more than he realized when he first took her from Pixie Hollow to join his crew on the Jolly Roger.
Weeks passed from their encounter with Black Beard in the Enchanted Forest and the Jolly Roger was back sailing on the open sea to wherever their hearts desired to venture next. The sun shined brightly over the pirate ship and the wind pushed the vessel onward. Hazel stepped out from the lower deck onto the upper deck. She dawned on new clothing that Killian purchased for her while they were docked in the Enchanted Forest. She wore a slightly puffy dark green shirt with a black v-neck leather vest. Around her waist was a dark brown belt with a golden belt buckle, her pouch and dagger secured in place by the aforementioned belt at either side and around her wrists were matching leather gauntlets. She wore black leather pants paired with knee-high dark brown leather boots that laced up in the back with leather straps that had a slight heel to them. She had tied some of her hair back with a hair bind, fashioning the blonde strands that would get in her face into a small braid.
Hazel sat cross legged rather uncomfortably in her cage, watching the celebrations and joy that filled the patrons of the tavern. It was truly fascinating how everyone seemed to act while under the influence. Including that of her captain who was preoccupied with the copious amount of women throwing themselves at him. She didn’t dare say anything to disturb him. Not that she liked what she was witnessing. It sent an odd sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach seeing those women practically crawling all over her one-handed captain. She simply looked away and watched everyone else. Though seeing the kind of attention everyone else in the crew was getting didn’t sit well with her either.