[center][h2][color=#DCD0FF][b]Mizushima Isuza[/b]
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It was a small consolation for Isuza to have Feya on her side. Provided the captain had the funds for her supplies, the two of them would have little trouble getting the wood, rigging and other miscellaneous bits and bobs on board in one trip. Of course, so rarely was anything so simple with the crew of the Rum Runner. Before the aquatic hybrid could so much as mumble a reply, she had be challenged to a race already! Normally, she enjoyed the friendly competitions, but it was still morning and Isuza had yet to even eat! 

Any protests she could've given would have fallen upon deaf ears, as the shark girl would learn. By the time she spun around to call out to the dashing doctor, she had already hopped into the sea. Never one to be spoiled produce, Isuza reluctantly jogged after her friend and after shedding her haori onto the deck, launched herself over the side and into the briney deep below.

The shock of cold ocean water jolted an otherwise sleepy shipwright wide away. Immediately the gills upon her neck sprung open, sucking in gulps of the sea to filter the oxygen within. Legs kicked and arms paddled, launching the small woman forward with breakneck speed to catch up with Feya and her head start. The human was certainly powerful, but she hadn't bested Isuza yet, and that wasn't going to change today. While she paddled hard in the chop of the surface, the lavender headed lass carved through the currents below, racing in the direction of shore.

Unfortunately, what she first assumed to be shore wasn't quite it. Cracked up to eyes made to see through the harsh salt water of the sea, Isuza spotted the far off blip grow and grow... But stop growing after a while. Indeed, the murky image was much too small to be an island. It was even floating! A ship, she realized, halting her swim and quickly surfacing to cry out to Feya. In another stroke of misfortune, she reached air just in time to witness the crew's doctor headbutt a hull.

The resulting shouting and pounding quickly washed away any worry she had, but before a giggle could be had, the boom of a den den mushi snatched her attention. Bounty hunters? Oh no.. She had heard the crew made a name for itself during that slave revolt, but surely they weren't wanted enough to warrant a practical galleon chasing them? The bold demand for a surrender resigned Isuza to a sigh; that wasn't happening. There would be a fight here, for certain, only more assured by the sight of Feya scaling the side of the vessel. 

The instinctive need to assist in the daring boarding was slowed however, by the skip up of one Mr. Krabbe. Torpedoes?! What kind of bounty hunter had torpedoes?! Her precious Rum Runner was not going to withstand the blast of some kind of bizarre explosive today! Deciding the monstrous Feya could handle herself while the others closed, Isuza sank down again beneath the water, swimming interception between the Runner and this oversized monstrosity of a vessel, large eyes open wide for incoming projectiles.