A pair of eyes watch the Captain as he pulled out a bottle of rum only for said bottle to be full of sand. "He's coming from you." A fluttering sound of a female voice spoke out. If Killian were to look around, he would see a pail woman with fair yet damp blonde hair and in a white yet lovely gown fit for one that is to be dead. "Hello Killian." She seemed quite young. Bright yet slightly glossy eyes.