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Eric called for order, and all of the nobles gathered in groups of eight and ten around dainty tables set with fragile china, tiny pastries, and tea sandwiches. Jim and Sable sat at the prince's table, since Jim was the guest of honor, alongside Grimsby, a couple of Eric's close friends, and Captain Harris. Ariel was situated between Grimsby and Eric, with Jim across the table from her. She tried to catch his eye as Eric greeted everyone and encouraged them to help themselves, but he refused to meet her gaze. Ariel finally hung her head, looking blankly into her lap in dejection, until the server asked the prince, "Coffee or tea, sire?"
"Tea, please." Eric smiled at the middle aged servant. The man filled the prince's cup, bowed, then crossed over behind Ariel and began to pour her tea as well. The redhead shook her head frantically and covered her cup with both her hands.
"Ariel?" Eric queried, his cup halfway to his lips.
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"Where is he?" Sable stomped her right foot, hands on her hips. Captain Harris looked up lazily from his maps and slowly withdrew his cigar from his mouth. He exhaled a cloud of smoke in the duchess's general direction.
"You know very well who!" Sable growled. "Jim Hawkins, where is he?"
"I don't reckon I know, missy."
Sable fumed a moment, then hissed slowly, "My cousin orders his presence for supper. NOW."
The captain sighed, situating his captain's hat on the crown of his head. "The boy tol' me not to tell a soul where he is... but I guess you don't have one o' them, eh Sable?"
Sable squinted at the man. "It's Duchess to you."
Captain Harris nodded, waving her comment off. "He's on the spar deck, makin' fishing nets. Don't anger him, awright Duchess? When he checked in an hour ago, he seemed rearin' to strangle a gizzard."
Sable frowned but, acknowledging the captain was trying to be polite to a certain degree, nodded.