dross, captain
she, her
25
august 17
Lilycove, Hoenn
bisexual
sailor / treasure hunter
nautica owner
how bold I was, could be - will be - still am
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skyler dross
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POSTED ON Jan 13, 2022 14:31:49 GMT
Night was heralded by a growing buzz near Slateport beach, daylight giving way to artifical globules set up amongst tents and festival stalls. Chatter and laughter filled the narrow streets, as did the sizzling of delicious snacks that waffled and mingled with the salty, tangy ocean air. And as the populace was slowly drawn into the festival proper, Skyler found herself spat out of it.
A mess of untamed golden curls caught the last bits of sunlight as the ship captain stepped into the beach. She was missing a flip-flop (which was quickly ammended when she got rid of the remaining one) and her sense of dignity - but what else was new? At least she'd gotten a rum bottle out of it.
She wasn't, technically, a lifeguard anymore. But she'd been tasked with making sure nobody stupidly drowned themselves after having one too many drinks. An easy job, considering the other things she did for a living. Also, it was an opportunity to meet one of her husband's old friends.
Speaking of...
"Francie, right? Angelo's friend?" The question was punctuated by a lopsided grin, just barely straddling the line between cheerful and uncivilized. She reached a scarred hand out for a handshake. "Skyler Dross, ship captain. You're with me tonight."
The task had been vague enough. Keep an eye on the shore, make sure everything ran smoothly. But the thought of walking up and down the beach all night filled Skyler with a twitchy sort of restlessness. So she opted to interpret the orders she'd been given her own way.
"So, shall we?" Motioning with her chin, Skyler pointed towards a speedboat moored nearby.
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