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
TAG WITH @skyler
skyler dross
Parlay [OO]
POSTED ON Aug 9, 2022 10:54:30 GMT
Her grip on the glass turns white-knuckled with each new revelation that slips from Rowan's mouth, broad strokes painting a blood-curdling picture. Any sailor in possession of a single speck of common sense would've heard the tale, thanked Rowan Wrynn for their time, and walked straight out the door. Skyler downs the rest of her drink in a single gulp, then pours some more. It remains between them, untouched. "You sure know how to pick 'em. Of all places, good ol' Sea Mauville." Despite her words, the captain doesn't make to leave. "Straight into a buffet of horrors. All yours for the picking." Give her an ocean storm, giver her rage and fury and the sweet, unfathomable depths - she'd happily test her mettle against them. She raises her glass in his direction. "Well. That's ballsy, if nothing else." Her grin is fleeting, a light-hearted gulp of air before her face morphs into stark, business-like intensity. What Rowan was describing was an entirely different beast from things such as tempests and storms. One that has often, though with different interpretations, made an appearance in old sailor tales. Superstition, the captain thinks, always has root in truth. "Have you been able to track its movements at all? I'm assuming it stays near Sea Mauville." Within her mind, a map of the area unfolds. It was thankfully well-documented given its prior occupation. "Doing a perimeter 'round the area and closing it in might provoke more attacks, but if you're looking to kill it you want to lure it out anyway." A pause, while she sips from her drink. "I've got a war ship, the Sotally Tober, and a crew." And the creator of the sea itself, according to some myths and legends.
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