[center][h2][color=#DCD0FF][b]Mizushima Isuza[/b]
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The gentle rocking of a sailing vessel was always so soothing in the calmer waters. As a child of the sea, Isuza had always been at ease on the open waves, and the lapping of the ocean against the hull at night always put her into a deep, relaxing —

[i]"Bawhahahahaha! Land hooooo!"[/i]

Sleep! The rumbling laughter above deck reverberated all the way down into the lowest chambers of the vessel where her cabin was. In her shock, the poor fish girl sprung up with a great deal of force and promptly bonked her head on the low ceiling of her small dwelling. Followed by a sharp inhale and a pathetic whine, the lavender haired shipwright cursed both her jumpy nature and choice of room. At the time, having her place of residence adjacent to the cargo hold at the bottom of the ship made sense; she could breathe if they began taking on water and was closest to finding and fixing the leak. 

A big bump on the forehead every time they found land, though, was quickly changing her mind. Higher ceilings on the next vessel, definitely...

Managing to collect herself, Isuza quickly began dressing in her comfortable garb and preparing for the day. She had spent a good deal of the night prior building a list of everything she needed from this final port. Reverse Mountain was a place of broken ships and broken dreams, and the young carpenter would've been lying if she said she was totally confident in her precious Rum Runner's ability to navigate it safely. She had the tooth pile to prove that anxiety. But, she was a proud scion of the Mizushima Shipyard! No mountain was so great that she couldn't fix its effects on a vessel.

Or so she told herself. Stuffing the parchment into her sash, Isuza made for the upper deck, closing her door behind her but leaving the plain cabin unlocked. The only person who invaded, by the greasy residue she usually found, was Slick, and he tended to be everyplace where things weren't nailed down.

Coming into the bright daylight above, Isuza shielded her delicate eyes from the sun. At least the day was nice enough to let her run through a final few checks on the riggings and the like. But that was later. Now, now was the time for supplies.

Unfortunately for her, the man in charge was surrounded on all sides by the crew members who inhabited the vessel. Chewing her bottom lip in contemplation, silvery orbs scanned around and instead focused in on a certain body builder. Feya was always one of the more approachable members of their ragtag family. Surely she could help!

A bit of light footed waddling brought the petite hybrid before her "rival" of sorts. With all the boldness of a mouse, she withdrew the crumbled parchment from the yellow sash securing her pants, wiggling it at the much taller female.

[color=#DCD0FF]"Uhm.. I made a lith of thingth I need to repair the thip. Would you mind, y'know... Helping me carry it all back?"[/color] She asked, air whistling through teeth far too pointy to belong in her mouth as she spoke. [color=#DCD0FF]"After I get the nethethary fundth from Thedric, anyway..."[/color]