Sometimes, some days something happens randomly... with meaning tied to their rarest end
"Apologize! "
"Kat just cut it short with an apology." the gigantic brown hat, who knew stretching this sensitive topic wouldn't bring any conclusion but rather more debates and fights, asked her best friend with her sanguine yet helpless shimmer in her blue eyes just like the early morning sunrays lightening up the whole ocean in a sea-green glare,
"I won't! ", The 'aged and troublesome bachelorette' maiden of the Petrissa family, Katherine yelled violently like a wild cat screeching at strangers who were nagging her with their attacking words of demand- the apology.
'For what?!' was her question and, her other question which was ironically tautological and filled with self-pride- 'all because I have spoken my mind? and in your condensed view, a woman's brain is nothing but a house of gossip?!'
"Call the guards!!" the man with mammoth mustaches declared taking all of the critics' attention from just 'an apology' (that they were now certain was a difficult task), the arresting was a better way of satisfying their echo appetite however was the shillyshallier task, as getting such elegant and modish lady although as she was called 'uncultured', arrested would have been an oafish behavior, which was bad on the reputation of aristocrats. until' he continued stroking his beard with a showcase expression-
"Such ill-bred could not be a blood of higher society especially since she is all alone without a man by her side, she must be a slut or fraud who has dressed up in the robbed clothes to swindle us all out of pounds!"
"Mommy, what is slut?"
"Are you all crazy to believe such nonsense?!" she chuckled, however,
such a baseless claim but enough to put all the riches into confidence- killer confidence,
"Call the guards! get this lady and her companions down now! or else we won't be sailing on this ship!" and this ends up becoming a new hymn of riches!
and in the atrociously calmer corner... "Captain?" the teenaged boy with the khadi cap glanced with a desperate look over that well-masculine man who stood slanting onto the wooden wall just next to the meticulous artwork by Pieter Aertsen, called 'country lovers', looking at the dramatic brawl going ahead with a satisfying smirk-
"Don't worry, Clement...they are not going to burn the ship down."
"Are we waiting for that moment to happen?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, however, giving no mind to the concern, another one began to giggle with his lungs out
"Ha! Aren't you just funny to imagine yourself to be dying like a Viking surrounded by the goddamn aristocrats?"
Galled, Clement turf his face with a pouted expression away from the captain's teasing attitude, looking for ways to distract himself from all those giggles and a point of peculiar realization of being the lowest in the hierarchy,
"Honey, I don't want to travel on such a Dilapidated ship." a Nobel woman cried pitch-tucking her pitch tucking their hands around their husband's arms almost ready to take off, when that host more than the bottle rushed to the couple rubbing his palm-
"Ma'am sir, don't worry the nuisance will be peeled off immediately"
while others were still booing Katherine who wore the rarest of Chinese silk and was readily plunging her arguments in a row like putting the cannons on the battlefield,
"What the---I'm the third daughter of Petrissa family---"
"The third? oh is it the forbidden bastard lady of Petrissa's?" the noblewoman with chubby cheeks smiled with a sinful and evil smile looking around at the bunch of women of her age as if signaling 'the prey in the net'.
"Oh, isn't it the infamous daughter of Petrissa's, the spinster?!"
"Ha Haa, I have never seen her, but I have heard a lot about her, now I could see where those rumors were coming from!"
Abruptly, ma'am Correl put her hand over her shoulder squeezing it tightly as if digging her fingernails into her skin intensely,
"Oh, Kat...drop it..."
"But..they---"
"Let me handle" and she retook her position placing her ice-frozen eyes gazing straight into those eyes with a cold aura, and an abrupt smirk sat onto the captain's lips,
"Mind telling me what is the significance of marriage? "
There was a long stretch of silence and bafflement within the wealthy throng.
"Anyone? No one? Even if more than half of this ship hall is replenished with wedded and bachelor?! "
Such an affront does make some Nobel white men step on their shivering feet-
"The significance of marriage? marriage is... Like the glue that held together the dignified household and assures the pure breed of Nobility to perpetuate"
The Nobel Hall busted into the crackle of triumph, however...the young maiden smirked with a gleam of acknowledgment within those two aqua blue sapphires that were parted by a thin pale nose-
"Then the noble gentleman and ladies, can you please apprise me if this is the reason most Nobel men have mistresses and children apart from wedlock, is this what is called to be 'the glue to households' or 'debauchery'? "
"This is called leveling-up, ma Sucré Marguerite." through the hollow crowd, this rasping and heftily voice drew all the heated attention into a prism, letting the entire wealthy crowd know who advocating for them this time.
however, the lady with the gigantic hat had her blood frozen inside her veins from just hearing that voice which was quite distinguishable through her memory lane that even all her logic nearly froze to crush into tiny fragments of nothingness.
"Duke Winifred" the horde emptied the path pell-mell with a bow of their skulls, disclosing a man with a perfectly exemplary French beard and a walking stick made of ebony to stand his old age resting within his palms, while a warm smile sitting on his lips, as soon as he located lady with gigantic brown hat-
"Bonjour, Marguerite"
"Bonjour" she greeted with a shaken courtesy. "...grandfather"
"How? This is the granddaughter of such a designated man of society?" gossip rattled causing uneasiness within the ears and everywhere-
"such a Nobel man has such a presumptuous granddaughter?"
however,
"Pardon my beloved petite-fille, she and her friend are still young and naive to understand their heinous opinions. nonetheless, as an adult and grandfather of a woman, I acknowledge my burden of how much it is required for her to convey and hold her opinions in the name of her father and her husband's."
"Father's and husband's---" Katherine scoffed with her bent neck controlling her rage within herself, little to be heard by anyone around other than the duke's granddaughter.
"I hereby urge all Nobel ladies and gentlemen to not hold a grudge against my beloved and... (he took a cold glance at Lady Katherine) her friend, we shall commence again with the 'événement', this is what this event is about 'the glue of household's', am I not right, Allin? "
"Monsieur Winifred is never wrong, never wrong." the butler who was the host of the ship, the person because of whole words all of this mess was being thrown smiled clapping his hands in a buttering sense like they were trained to.
"Let the 'fête' begin!" and everyone restored to the previous levels nevertheless,
"Lady Corral, what's up with this proclaimed 'Fete'?" the lady who was 10 years older raised a question almost lost in the tracks of the words in the duke's words, on the other hand,
"It's not just 'fete'... it's a 'piège' " his granddaughter uttered while raising her stunned gaze to her grandfather who was mischievously smirking at her,
"Madame Kat, would it be alright for you to excuse me for a moment with Duke Winifred? "
"Ah...he's your grandfather, why would I ever have a pang? You might have asked if you were going to meet a well-tucked fellow, then surely I might have severe issues" She giggled with her jolly lips, that even the seriousness of their little circle of two vanished away for a good few seconds of clock but Duke's granddaughter's smile was still hanging without a genuine urge to enjoy instead her brain was hefty and clouded by another quest of questions that are running through her skull.
"See, I told you they were not going to burn the ship. you were just sickly worried for nothing!" the captain laughed slapping the thin bony shoulder of that khadi boy, who replied very dully while rubbing his temples,
"Aye captain, I have anxiety issues, I confess."
"Anxiety issues? how did you pass your recruiting 'under-pressure test' then?"
"By quickly responding to situations rather than delaying them for another person to solve them for me," the boy said with utmost honesty, looking straight into those two chocolate brown gazes. until' he realizes what he has said...
"Oh lord, I didn't mean---" but it was too late,
"Aha! you nailed in screwing your captain already, Clement"! the captain cracked into laughter,
"I'm sorry, captain...I'm sorry..."