[color=crimson]"Your [i]face[/i] is weird,"[/color] Siobhan replied, folding her arms. [color=crimson]"And just call me 'Siobhan'."[/color]

And now came the challenge of rebuilding. If this girl - Kailani - was gathering the pieces that had fallen on land, then it was clear where her own skills would best be employed.

While she had [i]planned[/i] on getting dressed, there was little point now that she was going to have to jump back into the water in order to retrieve the pieces of [i]The Striker[/i] that had landed there after her accidental destruction of the small ship. Still, no sense in complaining about it: this was Siobhan's ticket to gaining a shipwright...if the girl proved herself capable, that is!

It wasn't a particularly difficult task, either. She was completely comfortable beneath the waves, and so retrieving some glorified drift wood was a simple matter. One after another she tossed the sometimes sizable chunks back onto the beach for Kailani to retrieve. Hopefully they weren't too much for the smaller woman to carry.

It looked like it was getting darker here, though that was mainly because of the storm only allowing the sun to shine for a relatively short duration of time. As she hurled the last piece of the ship onto the coast, Siobhan stalked her way ashore again with the intent of [i]finally[/i] getting out of this wetsuit.

Grabbing her case up off the beach again, she made her way over to a set of nearby tropical plants to hopefully get some privacy.