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Arabelle gazed out at the sea, sitting on the ship's side, her feet swinging daintly over. Her sword was strapped to her side, and her gun was in it's holster. But Arabelle was holding a dagger, which was weird. As far as no one knew, Arabelle did not have a dagger. But she did now. Arabelle turned the dagger over in her hand, admiring the silver, sharp blade, and golden handle, encased with jewels. She didn't want it. She swung her feet back over and landed on the deck. She remembered when she had stolen this dagger. She had been seven, and she has snuck into her father's work smith's shop, and stolen it. It was meant to be a present for her older brother, but he had made her mad that day. So she had taken it, and they found out anything. They had always assumed someone dropped it or a theif broke in. She had hidden it under her matress, until the day she ran away. Arabelle gritted her teeth. She hated any reminders of her past, not including the crystal she had hanging around her neck by a golden chain. Maybe Jack would like the dagger. She went up to the captin's quatars and knocked on the door.
Arabelle gazed out at the sea, sitting on the ship's side, her feet swinging daintly over. Her sword was strapped to her side, and her gun was in it's holster. But Arabelle was holding a dagger, which was weird. As far as no one knew, Arabelle did not have a dagger. But she did now. Arabelle turned the dagger over in her hand, admiring the silver, sharp blade, and golden handle, encased with jewels. She didn't want it. She swung her feet back over and landed on the deck. She remembered when she had stolen this dagger. She had been seven, and she has snuck into her father's work smith's shop, and stolen it. It was meant to be a present for her older brother, but he had made her mad that day. So she had taken it, and they found out anything. They had always assumed someone dropped it or a theif broke in. She had hidden it under her matress, until the day she ran away. Arabelle gritted her teeth. She hated any reminders of her past, not including the crystal she had hanging around her neck by a golden chain. Maybe Jack would like the dagger. She went up to the captin's quatars and knocked on the door.





