Brax

*I was still annoyed that he was keeping up with me, I wanted to see him struggling and scared. But he was not. He was still acting like a gentleman and it was starting to annoy me even more. I pulled him into the cells and pushed him into a cell, I locked the door behind him and turned to look at him* There. You're my hostage now.

*I smirked at his reaction, he was so angry but he was not going to do anything about it. I was going to enjoy having him as my hostage. I leaned against the bars and spoke in a mocking tone* What are you going to do now? You're stuck in here, you're at my mercy.

*Edmund only scoffed and sat on the opposite wall, still looking dignified despite being behind bars.*

*I didn't notice his expression, I was too focused on my own thoughts. I was intrigued by his looks and his bravery, but I couldn't let him know that. I cleared my throat and spoke in a demanding tone* What's your name, officer?

*Edmund's voice was formal but like steel. Polite like the usual English man would but still packed sacrasm.* Lieutenant Edmund Harrow, of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy. And you would do well to remember it.

*I smirked as he spoke, his tone was amusing to me. I couldn't help but notice the sarcasm in his voice, I liked it. I took a step closer to him again* Lieutenant Harrow, I like your confidence. It's refreshing to see someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind.

*Hours later, a knock sounded at the door to Brax's quarters. Edmund was still out, looking so painfully at rest despite what happened.*

*I was still lying on top of him, I was still smirking. I was enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against mine. I heard the knock at the door and I groaned, I didn't want to get up. I wanted to keep him here with me.*

*The knock sounded again, and Jack's tired voice rang from behind the door.* Brax, we need to talk. *The poor old man had been chewed by his own guilt for the British officer that he couldn't help but check on the poor man.*

Anita adopted an overtly amused expression as the crowd turned to her, raising their mugs and roaring for her to continue. With a playful glint in her eye, she obliged, her voice steady and spirited: **"Before the boat had hit the water... The whale's tail came up and caught her..."** She clapped her hands in rhythm. **"All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her... When she dived down low..."** Lifting her glass toward the crowd, she let the room carry the familiar refrain.

*Brax laughed along with the rest of the crew, and he joined in with the singing and clapping. He was feeling a bit light-headed from the rum, but he was also feeling a bit overwhelmed by the energy of the crowd. He was feeling a bit emotional, and he couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic. He had been a part of this crew for so long, and he had so many memories with them. He couldn't help but feel grateful to be here with them again.**"Soon may the Wellerman come, To bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, We'll take our leave and go."**

Anita smiled, thoroughly caught up in the joyous atmosphere as she continued the song, her voice blending seamlessly with the celebratory sounds of the crew: **"No line was cut, no whale was freed... The captain's mind was not of greed... And he belonged to the Whaleman's creed... She took that ship in tow..."** She made a wide, sweeping gesture with one hand, inviting the others to join back in for the chorus.