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[indent][indent][color=708090]As Priscilla walked towards the Thousand Sunny, the sound of loud chanting could be heard over the pier. Evidently, some of her old classmates were already getting down to business even before they sailed off into the sunset. Before she could reach the bridge to join them, however, the sudden pitter-patter of feet echoed from behind Priscilla. Stopping in her tracks, Priscilla turned around to see whoever might've been rushing to her side and lifted a pair of sunglasses above her eyes. To her surprise, it had been a familiar face—Charlotte Hayes, fellow King's Academy alumni and lead guitarist for [i]The Last Light[/i].

Although Priscilla practically disappeared the moment she had shipped off to boot camp post-graduation, Charlotte was a name she simply couldn't forget over the years. She was well aware of Charlotte's band, [i]The Last Light[/i]; the name still in her head from back when it had been formed at King's Academy. Coupled with the fact that Priscilla often had to pause whenever she overheard the band being played within the battalion barracks, trying to remember where she had heard Charlotte before, it didn't take her long to connect the dots and figure out that one of her classmates had become a superstar.

[b][color=ED1C24]"Of course. Priscilla, though I can't blame you or anyone else for not remembering. I didn't leave much notice to where I disappeared to after our graduation."[/color][/b] She replied, with a soft smile. [b][color=ed1c24]"Charlotte, right? I was surprised to hear that [i]The Last Light[/i] had made it. You know, the boys back at CBC Gulfport are big fans of you and the band; I've probably heard every song of yours blasted throughout the entire barracks because of them."[/color][/b]

Watching Charlotte set her belongings on the ground, Priscilla wondered if she wanted any assistance in carrying her belongings on to the yacht. After years in the military, Priscilla was no stranger to lifting heavy equipment, so one extra bag or two would've been nothing. At least, when compared to having to slog through on rucks carrying up to a hundred pounds of gear on her person. And unlike the military, where she'd be stuck on a tiresome five mile sortie or a midnight practice skirmish in heavy kevlar, it'd only be a short walk to the yacht, where their destination awaited them.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Want some help carrying everything on board? It's no trouble on my end."[/color][/b]

As Priscilla waited for Charlotte's answer, she noticed some other individuals arriving to the yacht. Some faces she remembered, others she had difficulty remembering. However, one in particular stood out to her, that being Paulina Villanueva—another former classmate, but also the daughter of her boss. She had been tempted to say hello as Paulina walked past, but as she was beat to the punch by one of their classmates, Priscilla instead opted for a friendly wave towards her direction.[/color][/indent][/indent]
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