The real wrong side of the bed.

A part of her guard softened at the mention of weapons, she loved weapons. "Hmm.. My favorite would be the Katana, but they all are quite unique weapons. I guess, but a lot of sword styles need certain swords because of technics, mine uses mainly Katanas. But as with any other swordsman their strikes may not be as accurate when using a different sword." She hadn't opened up as much as before, but she at least opened up on one topic.

Swords didn't make her look all that girlish and weak. Swords were much more strong and interesting then girlish things. She hoped she didn't seem too girlish because of all she talked about earlier. She didn't really want to always be dressed like a man. But she didn't want to be treated lesser or like a weakling in a fight and then have people say they weren't giving their all because she was a girl. She wanted to be both feminine and a swordsman, but she knew men didn't repect a female swordsman as well as a male one. She also figured her chance of getting a boyfriend was slim, so she decided to stay single.

She still had that feminine look in her eyes, but somehow it was different. More strong yet still soft, that was her problem with her eyes. She hated that no matter what they usually looked kind and soft and sweet.

She saw his guitar appear and she looked at it admiring it's shine. She noticed his calloused fingers. "Wow.... You play? The captain loved music, he especially loved guitars and bangos." Her guard lowwered a bit more, not leaving completely because she didn't want to lose her head. But in a comfortably lower amount, she couldn't believe that this guy played the guitar and fought as well as he did. He made her think of the captain, she wondered why he was so much like him.

"Do you mind?"

She shook her head, "Not at all!" She looked at the instrument thinking about how after every good looting they'd have a celebration. And the captain would break out his guitar, she loved the guitar herself, it always reminded her of captain when he was happy. "I haven't heard the guitar since the day before Captain died."

She smiled, she didn't usually act so friendly. She found herself being slowly won over by his odd charm, she listened to him as he began to play on the guitar. She thought about the nights on the pirate ship that the captain would play a soft tune looking out at the endless sea on the horizon. The sea air and how captain died before giving his name to another. She had asked the captain if she could take his name when she was younger. She remembered his words, "Nope, once you can beat me then you can have it."

She looked down thinking about how because of the marines she'd never have a real last name. Areli was something Captain made up for her special, he never told her what it meant. She later found out it meant brave, she smiled as the fast paced guitar music played. It made her begin to wonder, was this boy the captain? She knew it was impossible but he seemed so much like him to her. Even his small dimple, she didn't understand why he resembled him so much.

The music was cheery, her spirits lifted, but a quiet part of her felt confused and spellbound. She held a bit of her guard mainly because if she let it fall she'd seem way too feminine and then she wouldn't be able to not have that emotionless look in a fight. She just smiled her eyes sparkled slightly from the music, she pictured the ship and the crew and the night's beauty and then instead of the captain there was the young Ren plucking at his guitar. She remembered how captain would dance with her when Jackline would play the accordin. She had a far off look on her face.

"What kind of music do you like?"

"Oh um... Music... Well, I only know pretty much seafaring songs and some other songs from here and there. I've been on sea most of the time travel here and there, I'm more for well... Truthfully I'm clueless as to what to call it. I guess something like your playing, I've heard songs a lot simular to that. And a slower song." She thought thinking about the song Captain always plucked on his guitar when the night was clear and all was well.

"Truth be told, I don't know what it's called either. I just learned it on the ranch I used to work on. Most of the songs there are passed on by ear."

She smiled, watching him as he played and then as he stopped. "I guess no name can truely fit it, I mean if it was just classed as some other music no one would remember the memories you get listening to it. Or at least the same way you get listening to it on a guitar." She said him, pronouncing guitar differently this time without intending to. ((Git-ar))

She smiled as he started playing again, she watched his movements. Entranced by the pure beauty of his playing of the instrument. He was playing a smooth mellow sound, she smiled loving the tune. She had never ever since she was younger heard the guitar played so beautifully. She looked at him wondering why he had infact even broke out his guitar. She didn't care much for the occaison she liked the music a lot. Her eyes sparkling girlishly at the music, if she knew this she would've immediately stopped enjoying the music so much.

"Do you play any instruments?"

She smiled, "I tried the guitar once, but Captain and the crew agreed I needed something less um... stringy." She said with a chuckle, "So they one time robbed a rich pompus of a musician and they went through just about every instrument. They decided that since I was still little then that a smaller instrument would be best and they gave me a harmonica. I'm not as good as some but it's nice when your bored and stuff."

She chuckled, "When they gave it to me after I insisted on the guitar they had to put it lightly on me because of my insistant murmerings of I wish I had a guitar instead. But now that I think back surely Captain was right, I haven't skill in guitar." She said with a light smile, her eyes gaining a look of a girl of many adventures.

She was still ready to put the guard up if she felt needed, but she felt she was safe to let it down as far as she did with this company. She knew it was much lower then average, but this boy seemed trustworthy and understanding enough. She didn't want to make a habit out of letting her guard down, but maybe this one would be a exception.