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[sealegs]

So what's a girl got to do to get a ship around here? Not the one that sank a few weeks ago, mind. I'm not in a hurry to freeze to death again, though a little ice play never hurt anyone.

[Isabela's currently sitting on a large, jutting rock by the beach, picking her nails with a dagger. She's got the device in her lap, the camera pointed up at her. She hasn't figured out any of the other settings yet... but whatever. This works.]

Should I shout for those supposed gods that run this place?

[She peers over her little rock before swiftly tossing her dagger at one of these.]

Oooh- do you think they like seafood? I just caught myself a nasty little bugger.

Comments

[signatures]

I'll take some of that.

[sealegs]

I'll save the biggest slice for you, sweet thing, don't you worry.

[signatures]

Excellent! We'll make a feast of it, yeah?

[sealegs]

Throw in a couple of pints and those tubers we discussed, and I'm all for it.

[signatures]

I always thought a good way to get over my incident in the ocean is to eat plenty of sea-related food.

[sealegs]

Think of it as payback. The sea screw you over, you eat its people. Fair deal.

[signatures]

Have I mentioned I like the way you think, lately?

[sealegs]

I think I could stand to hear it a few more times.

[signatures]

I find great enjoyment in your thought process and the words that come out of your mouth due to it.

[sealegs]

Music to my ears. You're utterly charming, though I suspect I don't have to tell you that much.

[signatures]

It doesn't mean I'm against hearing it.

[sealegs]

You blow my mind with your suave moves and stunning eyes.

[signatures]

My heart, it stammers.

[sealegs]

Your voice-- it's as deep and rough as the sea, so dark I can taste the bitter salt spray on my lips.

[She snickers]

If you know what I mean.

[signatures]

I understand perfectly well, Miss Isabela.