Siobhan's eyes narrowed slightly in irritation when the woman seized her by the collar. She seemed to want to go with her or something, and was clearly still pissed off about her little boat. It was so small though, could it have really even got through that big storm when even far larger ships had failed? Then again, size wasn't everything. As her old captain had often proven to her, having a great helmsman and navigator were just as important to a vessel's survival as good craftsmanship.

Shaking her head, Siobhan gently brushed the girl's hands off her. [color=crimson]"I've got a small fishing boat I stole anchored a good ways off from this storm here. I don't think a human could make the trip."[/color]

Despite her skill in navigation - or perhaps [i]because[/i] of it - she knew well that her little boat wouldn't survive the trip through no matter what she did, so leaving it was her best course of action. She'd figured if her would-be shipwright had survived somehow, she could either help tow his ship out of the storm - if it had simply become trapped in the eye - or help him build a new one if there was an island somewhere inside of it.

Obviously, that wouldn't work now.

[color=crimson]"That bloke was [i]supposed[/i] to be a renowned shipwright, capable of building a ship that could brave any sea,"[/color] Siobhan explained, folding her arms as the irritation brought on by the news of his demise continued to linger somewhat. [color=crimson]"If [i]he[/i] was still here, then I could've help him to build somethin' to escape this place with."[/color]

She then paused, as something the weird sunkissed girl said finally registered in her brain. Her eyes then slowly grew wide. [color=crimson]"...YA FECKIN' ATE HIM?!"[/color]