The two pirates hide in the safety of the tavern. The hearth is quickly lit and using supplies from the store house the pirates enjoy a simple meal.
With several more items from the store room substituting for a second, third and forth course. Suffice to say that between Elena and Dylan the supplies might not last as long as they hope.
Resting at a chair with her feet kicked back on the table Elena finishes scrounging through a small tin can of pudding. "Think the tavern will hold together?"
Looking up from the blunderbuss he is cleaning Dylan looks up at the room above them. "It will hold up better than our last ship." He laughs darkly.
"Maybe we should head to the armory. It's made of stone after all."
"No." Dylan days flattly.
"Why not? Did you see something there?" Elena narrows her eyes. She sits up, leaning as far forward as her swollen midriff will allow, "Does this have to do with why you won't let me go into the store room?"
Dylan cringes, "N-no…" Once Dylan laid eyes upon the store room he nearly had a heart attack. It was the same. Down to every last detail. The gem in his pocket seems to become heavier, if only in his own mind. He opens his mouth to speak and Elena interupts, "Dylan if you make one joke about not letting me go into the store room using my weight, diet or eating habits I will James that blunderbuss down your throat."
Dylan gulps, laughing nervously, "Me? Nah, never." He rubs his neck. "I just got a case of the Willie's, you know. All that's been going on. Even my nerves get frayed ya know?"
The vixen raises an eyebrow, "Sounds like the perfect beast to take first watch." She stands, stretching and yawning, "Wake me up at midnight." She declairs before heading upstairs. She chuffs at the sound of the shutters banging together upstairs, "As if I could sleep at all..."