A Fragment Cast Adrift

Here’s how the scene unfolded in my brain:

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Aveline (with a bit of mischief in her eyes): You’d do well to get some proper armor.

Isabela: What? Like yours? I don’t care to clang around like a golem let loose at the blacksmith’s shop.

Aveline (narrowing her eyes but smirking): I’m only looking out for your safety, you poxy tart. You’d do well to cover up your… *gestures to the pirate’s décolletage* …more vulnerable assets.

Isabela: Bah! I like the freedom to move. Besides… *grins proudly and puffs out her chest* … they don’t make armor in my size. 

Aveline: Oh, I don’t know. I think you’d fit into mine…

Isabela (suspicious): What?

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Which leads us to this crude sketch…

I’m sure Aveline had only the best of intentions in mind.