- Someone sent you a letter, you know? Some bloody pigeon left it on the upper deck. So... poetic. Has a drawing of a ship on the bloody envelope. - Beatrice frowned trying to put off a lock of hair the wind was blowing in her mouth. - Fuckin' poetry. It's everywhere these days. But it doesn't get you anywhere. To get somewhere you need a map. And one day, they'll start writing bloody poetry even on maps, you know. And we'll be lost. They already put it on pencils. See? Yours has some stupid 'nscription on it: Ly-ra.
- What about maps? - sighed Hellena. - I suppose... I mean... one could not possibly include poetry in a map. It would be dangerous to navigate through.
- Yep. No poetry. Just simple facts and directions. Maybe a bit of mythology will do, it's kinda traditional, you know. Fluffy angels at the corners, a lion or two. But nothin' else. - Beatrice paused for a second. - I may look like any other woman, but I'm a pirate, remember? And maps are still maps. They tell you where you are. Gimme a simple fact and I'm showin' you.
Hellena thought for a while.
- I can't - she said. Then she threw the pencil overboard and stared at her own hands. - There is a man I love. And this is a fact. But it's not a simple one.
- I can't - she said. Then she threw the pencil overboard and stared at her own hands. - There is a man I love. And this is a fact. But it's not a simple one.
- Not a simple one - my ass! Ooops. Sorry. Forgot you're a lady. - Beatrice burst in a happy laugh, seeing Hellena's face. - Must teach you a thing or two, you know. You're blushin' like a maiden. So. Here's the map of the world. Show me where's your man!
- I...don't know - Hellena uttered, staring at the map and then looking back to Beatrice, with flashes of anger in her eyes. - I don't even know where we are. I only see... sea around. And it's all the same.
- Blood... I mean... Don't you ever try looking up, girl? Don't they teach you anythin' in these I'll-be-a-lady schools of yours? You have a map of bloody stars all over your head every fuckin' night. And stop lookin' at me like that. - Beatrice smiled - I doubt I'll do for a lady, even if we spend ages together. But I'm pretty sure I can make a pirate out of you. And not a bad one. So, let me see... you can't say where the man is now. Is he traveling a lot?
Hellena nodded.
- So, he is traveling a lot and that means he could be anywhere, right? Basicly, I needed to know where he is, to show you how a map works. But now, it's even simpler. D' you still have one of them fancy pencils? Good. - Beatrice took a pencil and quickly jotted a word across the map. - See, what I wrote here, 'cross the map, is L O V E. If you knew where he is, I'd put it in small letters on the right spot. But now this LOVE is all over the place, 'cause we don't have a damn idea where the guy is, and he could be just anywhere. So, as I see it, the whole fuckin' world is L O V E and you, lady, you are in it. That's where you are: in love. See? I told you it's simple.
Hellena nodded.
