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From the way the deep orange light stained the planks, ships and people was there anything more beautiful than a dock at dusk? Well yes, in fact several things and people outshone this ramshackle walkway’s sunset bath. But for right now it was certainly pleasing the eyes of the lycanthrope pirate captain who strided down it, returning to her ship. The scourge of the Southern Seas, Red-Moon Rosalia had spent the majority of the day doing what she does best; charming. Indeed her tongue was far sharper than her sword as such she wielded it with deadly proficiency, cutting deals and carving out alliances. One such recently carved was the very thing that let her walk the dock carefree, for none dared mess with the combined force of her and Captain Gravis, equally feared throughout the Southern Seas as the Personal Undertaker of Davy Jones. And once the day’s deal was sealed she’d be officially untouchable in these waters, the thought causing a smirk to spread across her face… Only to fade

“Where in the hell am I.” These were the thoughts racing through her head as Aria awoke, a strong feeling of disorientation washing over her as she regained her bearings. First off, her surroundings felt exceptionally weird. This was not the firm fibres of her carpet so clearly she hadn’t fallen to her floor, instead she found herself in the cool embrace of… rubber? It was certainly soft, smooth and flexible, shifted with her weight as she began to pick herself up. In doing so realising that now for the first time that she was barefoot, her toes curling into the squishy material as she attempted to stabilize herself. Which she was able to achieve albeit after flapping her arms in her best duck impression. Now that she was up she scanned her new surroundings, not that there was much to see, looked to be a small room made of the same material as the floor with a few windows of dense mesh. It was at this point her brain caught up and refreshed what had happened before, she’d just received

It was quiet… too quiet. Some people would certainly think this but not Laggy Danvers, she loved the silence as it was doing wonders for her hangover. She tended to be given the night-watch, her big ol’ ears meant she was more than capable of hearing anyone approaching the ship’s cargo. However all the girl really wanted to be doing was chasing away her hangover with another round, her mind already reminiscing of her last trip to the tavern as she listened to the gentle splashing of the waves against the ship. It had been the usual treat for the bunny girl where moderation meant nothing and her days' wages wound up behind the bar but no night at the pub had surpassed exactly a week prior, when upon running out of coin and starting her way back to the ship she’d bumped into a pair of legs. The memories were hazy but she was almost certain she’d had quite a bit of fun with that helpless criminal’s feet, however upon her return the next day she found the cage to be empty. She still wasn’t