03-30-2019, 08:28 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]It is unusual for a foreigner to arrive by ship these days, but certainly not unheard of in the past. She was quite interested to spot this figure making their way onto the island this method. Riding the ocean, whether it be by swimming or boating, was something she always admired, both as a sort of kin to the ocean, and simply as a pirate. Goldenluxury brought herself over at the scent of a stranger, and then Keona's voice, only managing her way fully there once the stranger - Idyllfields - finishes speaking. She had been moving along the island, setting out certain plans in her head - mostly involving upcoming events, and was trying to picture them where they'd happen to get a better idea of what to do exactly. The feathered tiger positions herself a bit in front of her crewmates, her head held high as she stands in front of them.
She does not recognize the name Idyllfields mentions right away, though she tries to quickly think for a moment before confirming she'd never heard of it. "Ye ol' Jamison? Never heard of 'im," the female would respond sharply, her accented voice holding itself firmly. She places a casual, slight smile upon her features, her cold blue and green eyes looking over the stranger. "You've found yourself 'pon Paradis Island, home of the Typhoon." Her stance is relaxed as she responds, words calm. She wonders if perhaps this "father Jamison" was their actual father. If this was the case, she would hope that they would find him quickly and easily. Her own papa...he was just missing, but she was certain he would return. There would be no chance for him to be gone forever. She'd not like the idea of someone losing family, for they were the most important thing in life. She considers his words, taking note of the islands of Crete. It sounds...vaguely familiar. Perhaps she'd seen it on her old maps before, or maybe it's something else. Nonetheless, she would not speak anything of it for now. She'd no place to offer directions to a place she hardly, if at all, recognized.
She does not recognize the name Idyllfields mentions right away, though she tries to quickly think for a moment before confirming she'd never heard of it. "Ye ol' Jamison? Never heard of 'im," the female would respond sharply, her accented voice holding itself firmly. She places a casual, slight smile upon her features, her cold blue and green eyes looking over the stranger. "You've found yourself 'pon Paradis Island, home of the Typhoon." Her stance is relaxed as she responds, words calm. She wonders if perhaps this "father Jamison" was their actual father. If this was the case, she would hope that they would find him quickly and easily. Her own papa...he was just missing, but she was certain he would return. There would be no chance for him to be gone forever. She'd not like the idea of someone losing family, for they were the most important thing in life. She considers his words, taking note of the islands of Crete. It sounds...vaguely familiar. Perhaps she'd seen it on her old maps before, or maybe it's something else. Nonetheless, she would not speak anything of it for now. She'd no place to offer directions to a place she hardly, if at all, recognized.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.