In Which She Got Lost

He was beginning to lose his youthful appearance.

As John sat there and took in the stunning music that was being performed by the young lady in the red dress, he was able to experience peace of mind for himself for the first time.

He let out a long and forceful exhalation, loosened his grip on his hands, and noticed that his eyes, which had been wide open for a considerable amount of time, began to close. He closed his eyes and took in several long, deep breaths of the fresh air. John did not move one inch. His eyes were closed, he had a calm state of mind, and he was in a location that held a special significance for him. As the song came to an end, he grinned broadly and appeared to be having a good time. He appeared to be enjoying himself.

I want for more... John was pondering something.

John finally opened his eyes with a smug grin on his face after what felt like a lifetime had passed since he had closed them. The young woman dressed in scarlet captured his attention and held it throughout the interaction.

As the entire docking area became filled with applause and the sound of coins being clapped, she was currently bending her knees and taking admiration for what she had accomplished.

Instantaneously, the thought occurred to him and he seized upon it. At this point in the conversation, the idea that he wanted to give her something further as payment for what she had just given him emerged in his head. It was almost as if a portion of him was yelling out that she deserved something more significant than the compliments and small tokens of appreciation that she was receiving.

John furrowed his brow as he came to the understanding that he had never previously entertained the exact same ideas as he was having just now. It was an extremely unusual occurrence compared to the usual protocol.

On the other hand, he could not deny the fact that he desired to be at peace and that he desired to experience the tranquility that is bestowed upon him by her music once more. He could not reject these desires because he could not dispute the fact that he could not deny them.

When he eventually pulled his attention away from his deep thoughts, he saw that the crowd had once more dispersed throughout the landing area.

John watched the young girl in red pack her violin while she did so with a perplexed expression on his face. Before she started walking away with the pixie perched on her shoulder, he saw that she appeared to be adjusting the hood of her black robe as if she was making sure it was in the perfect position.

"James!" John hurriedly yelled.

The door was opened because of John's voice, which led the security guard who was standing outside the entrance to jump to attention. He called the person in charge "Master!" when he addressed them.

"Right away," John casually said as an response to Hennessy. He added, "Immediately."

"Yes, Master!" After James' left foot made contact with the ground, he immediately began running, and as he did, he shut the door behind him.

After a few moments, Hennessy opened the door, and the expression on his face was the same as it had been before he did so. There was something odd about the way his white hair moved in the wind; it just didn't look right.

"Yes, Master John, I did hear your call," he responded. I was curious as to whether or not things was going well. Hennessy asked the question without displaying any emotion, but it was clear that he was worried by what he saw in his eyes.

John wrinkled his brow thoughtfully since he was uncertain about whether or not his recommendation should be implemented.

"Master?" Hennessy questioned, his tone now tinged with apprehension as he asked the question. The type of anxiety that makes it appear as though he is dreading the situation.

John let out a heavy sigh and peered in the direction of the girl before making the following remark to Hennessy: "That's the girl in red playing the violin." You ought to extend an invitation to board the ship to her.

"Master John?" Hennessy was able to put his thoughts into clear and concise language. After following John's gaze, he was able to comprehend what the other one was attempting to convey. "I beg your pardon, Master. On the other hand, she is a street performer, which is how she gets her living. What function would she play while she was aboard?"

"Perform." John responded in a tone that suggested he was being matter-of-fact when he suggested that you play her violin.