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Alec was excited to show Josephine his new house, but he was also a little nervous. What if she didn't like it? What if seeing it in person and imagining herself living there...somehow that life they had pictured together no longer seemed as perfect? Alec wanted to believe that it would be easy for her to change her lifestyle, and he knew that she had the best intentions, but there was still a little part of him that worried she would one day resent him for not being able to give her the lifestyle she was used to. That was his insecurity talking, though, and he liked to think that they could over come anything as long as they had the other at their side. They had overcome so much already.
He chuckled at her words about Ella, nodding. Not much had changed, it would appear. And that was a good thing. "Yes, that's what Ella seems to do best," he agreed with a laugh. "I wouldn't know, though. I never had a little sister." Though if he had, he would have been just as protective as Josephine was. It was no secret that he wasn't the biggest fan of Ella, but he cared for her because Josephine did. On the pirate ship he had played through multiple scenarios in his head where he might be forced to choose between saving Josephine or Ella, and it wasn't as easy as one might think. He'd want to save Josie, but he knew that she would want him to save Ella instead. At least that was a problem he didn't have to worry about now. He might have asked in what ways Ella was getting into trouble, but figured it was just the usual.
Mr. Sinclair had to smile at his daughter, shaking his head affectionately. As much as he wished it could be different, there was no denying how happy Alec appeared to make Josephine. "I love you too, sweetheart," he laughed, watching as she dashed off to find her sister. With Josephine gone, he looked towards Alec, who looked pretty happy himself. "How is it going, then?" he asked.
"Very well, sir," Alec responded. "I have two customers, a third getting ready to start soon. I'm not charging very much of course, as I'm just starting out and building my reputation."
Ella was upstairs in her room. She'd finally gotten out of her bath and was laying in bed, dressed for the day in one of her most comfortable dresses and reading. Her hair was braided back so that it would dry in the loose waves that she liked, and she was trying hard not to worry about Josie or think about it. Her mermaid doll was still on her bedside table, as well as her new spyglass.
He chuckled at her words about Ella, nodding. Not much had changed, it would appear. And that was a good thing. "Yes, that's what Ella seems to do best," he agreed with a laugh. "I wouldn't know, though. I never had a little sister." Though if he had, he would have been just as protective as Josephine was. It was no secret that he wasn't the biggest fan of Ella, but he cared for her because Josephine did. On the pirate ship he had played through multiple scenarios in his head where he might be forced to choose between saving Josephine or Ella, and it wasn't as easy as one might think. He'd want to save Josie, but he knew that she would want him to save Ella instead. At least that was a problem he didn't have to worry about now. He might have asked in what ways Ella was getting into trouble, but figured it was just the usual.
Mr. Sinclair had to smile at his daughter, shaking his head affectionately. As much as he wished it could be different, there was no denying how happy Alec appeared to make Josephine. "I love you too, sweetheart," he laughed, watching as she dashed off to find her sister. With Josephine gone, he looked towards Alec, who looked pretty happy himself. "How is it going, then?" he asked.
"Very well, sir," Alec responded. "I have two customers, a third getting ready to start soon. I'm not charging very much of course, as I'm just starting out and building my reputation."
Ella was upstairs in her room. She'd finally gotten out of her bath and was laying in bed, dressed for the day in one of her most comfortable dresses and reading. Her hair was braided back so that it would dry in the loose waves that she liked, and she was trying hard not to worry about Josie or think about it. Her mermaid doll was still on her bedside table, as well as her new spyglass.