Vandal hasn't moved out from her room in the Capricorn simply because she isn't exactly sure where she should live yet, and it's not as bad as it had been during the first few nights. She's gotten rather used to the constant hustle and bustle of the downstairs bar, and has even grown to find the constant noise reassuring in a way - it fills the uncompanionable silence with nonsensical babbling that she can easily drown herself in, get lost in. Of course, it comes at the price of not getting enough sleep whenever a particularly riotous group decides to drink the night away, but she digresses. Waking up every couple of hours is better than waking up from the nightmares that come with the silence.

Of course, this always leads to her nursing a tankard of coffee and rum in the morning, which she happily nurses while talking to the patrons. It's easy to get lost in the ebb and flow of casual conversation and openness, although she's received more than a few glares as a result of it - she doesn't really get along with everyone, much as she'd loathe to admit it, and soon she's wandering out with a warm belly and a mirthful expression on her face as another customer threatens to have her flayed alive (not that they would try it; being the Captain's sister certainly has its benefits).

Next on her agenda is a good run in the morning, stretching out her long limbs and wings and letting the energy come alive under her skin. She's only a few pawsteps from the tavern when she unfurls all four feathered appendages, black as night as they churn the air and shoot her high into the skies - and flying feels familiar, feels safe to Vandal, feels amazing as she soars through the infinite heavens like she's shooting for the stars. The wind feels crisp and cold on her pelt, refreshing with every breath, and she laughs - she laughs because it's a beautiful feeling, to be in the air, to simply fly and be free from her earthly binds.

She decides to fly over the entire island just to get a scoop on what's going on down below. Vandal sees a couple of familiar faces mingling, eating, talking, among other things, but what particularly catches her eye is a lone and wandering Captainpaw headed towards the shore. Planecrash isn't with him again, and Vandal takes it upon herself to swoop down and accompany the young Beta on another new adventure - and Vandal loves new adventures.

"Captainpaw!" Vandal makes her descent, folding one pair of wings, and then another, letting herself drop the last few feet down before landing on talons and paws. When she straightens up again, she lets out a merry bark, taking a deep breath before letting her gaze wander back to him. "S'wrong? You're lookin' a lil worried there, champ. Got somethin' on your mind?"

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The smile unfurling on the maned wolf's face is almost instantaneous, happy to bask in the young apprentice's enthusiasm and joy. A small burst of laughter erupts from somewhere deep within her chest when Captainpaw all but runs to her leg, lighting up the air with merriment. Vandal's quick to lean forward, nuzzle the top of his head right back in a friendly gesture, before straightening up and scanning the far horizon with twinkling eyes. She hears what the young apprentice is trying to say - no jungle, no beach, still big on adventure, and she knows just the thing.

"Yeah, th'beach can get pretty drab, but y'know what doesn't?" An impish smile tweaks her lips, and suddenly the wolf is ducking, sharing a secret. One talon rises, scratches gently at her chin, before pointing through the sparse trees left between them and the shore, toe extended straight towards the horizon. She knows, just beyond, that there are a few scattering of islands that could hold something of value - whether that be a particularly colorful seashell, a message in a bottle, or something more, it doesn't matter. A discovery is a discovery, and adventure is adventure.

"The ocean, my dear Captain, has many secrets untold." Vandal knows that very, very well. Both above water and underneath, the ocean is an endless treasure trove just waiting to be discovered. One would only need sharp eyes, dedication... and a partner-in-crime. "And wouldja look at that, you've already found yourself a vessel." With that, the maned wolf springs forward to the beach, bounding straight into the water and spreading her wings to help her float along the surface. "Well, Captainpaw! Ready t'board the S.S. Maxine the second time 'round? Adventure's waiting!"

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Vandal smiles when she feels the comforting weight of Cap on her back, tail curling around the base of a wing to keep himself steady and balanced between her shoulderblades. As soon as he gives the go signal, she's off, kicking at the water with powerful limbs. She rises up and down over the waves, expertly maneuvering them across the open ocean in search of their first bounty.

She already has an idea.

She remembers having seen a small island not too far from theirs with a towering stone structure in the middle of the forest - she'd been meaning to go, but hasn't found the time until now, and she figures Captainpaw would like her first discovery to also be his. A shared experience between partners-in-crime. She easily heads towards the direction of the small plot of land, her lips carved into an exhilarated smile.

She's missed being out in the ocean, the endless expanse of horizon where there's only heaven kissing earth everywhere you turn. Soon, however, a figure blurs into the distance, a long stretch with a slight rise that she knows to be the island. She doesn't speak, doesn't acknowledge it's presence; she wants Cap to be the first one to see it, to discover it for real. "Alright, Captain! We've sailed pretty far from the shore. You can rise up to your hindlegs and put your paws on my head. Do you see anywhere we can land the ship?"