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[color=crimson]“Well, here we are!”[/color] Siobhan proclaimed, hopping out of [i]The Striker[/i] and onto her stolen fishing trawler, [i]The Coral Skipper[/i]. It was a bit larger than the quickly rebuilt vessel that had taken them through the storm, but was nothing special. It certainly wasn’t designed to endure the kind of harsh weather they had witnessed minutes ago.

While it wouldn’t be taking them to the Grand Line, it served their little crew of two just fine at the moment.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]“Your ship sucks,”[/color] Kailani chirped happily, not seeming bothered at all despite her proclamation. She didn’t hesitate to clamber out of her patched, battered little ship and into the fishing boat, beginning to look around. There wasn’t much [i]to[/i] look at admittedly, but it was still exciting. [color=DeepSkyBlue]“This is the first boat I’ve seen that hasn’t been split in two, or horribly maimed or anything! I could do [i]so[/i] much with this! … Okay, not that much, but I can still improve it!”[/color]

An excited giggle burst forth from the sun-kissed girl’s mouth, her all too eager to examine everything. Within moments she was leaning over the bow of [i]The Coral Skipper[/i], almost hanging off the edge as she investigated the outside. It seemed [i]The Striker[/i] was well and truly abandoned to her.

[color=crimson]“It [i]does[/i] kind of suck,”[/color] Siobhan admitted, stepping towards the center of the vessel and dropping her metal case next to a pile of other clothes that were hung on the rigging as if it were a clothesline. [color=crimson]“But it’s only temporary, till we get somethin’ better.”[/color]

She had stolen it soon after she entered West Blue, and it had served her purposes here well enough. Obviously, she hadn’t felt confident taking it into the Devil’s Tempest, but so long as she avoided the storms here - child’s play for a Grand Line-class navigator like her - then it would carry them where they needed to go.

[color=crimson]“I know she’s not much to look at, but make yourself home!”[/color] Siobhan offered the other girl a warm smile. [color=crimson]“I’m feckin’ soaked, so I’m gettin’ out of this shite.”[/color]

[color=DeepSkyBlue]“Hmm?”[/color] Kailani didn’t even look up from her position hanging over the front, her feet actually off the ground now with only her knees and thighs keeping her in the ship, catching her as she leaned over the edge. Finally Siobhan’s words clicked in her mind however. [color=DeepSkyBlue]“Oh! Right! Good idea, I’ll grab the stuff out of [i]The Striker[/i], I packed some clothes with my other supplies - though I want to see what [i]this[/i] side of the Great Storm has to offer!”[/color]

It took some wiggling and nearly pitching off the ship before Kailani managed to pull herself back in, darting right passed Siobhan to jump back to her original ship. She left wet footprints along her path but didn’t seem to care. Within moments she had the basket of food pulled out of the small storage place and thrown to the other ship, followed by a box of other supplies. There wasn’t space for much else, but it served her purposes well enough, just like the ship itself.

Siobhan meanwhile had hung her brown long coat, shirt and pants all along the rigging where they would hopefully dry out in due time. There were several other outfits hanging there, giving her a range of choices. Most of them she had stolen from various stores when she was getting ready to leave an island, since bringing a wardrobe all the way to West Blue would’ve been a bit difficult.

By the time Kailani returned, Siobhan had slid her black shirt down over her head, with a pair of blue jean shorts accompanying it. She didn’t bother with her shoes, however, wanting to let them dry. Instead she slipped on a pair of black, heeled sandals.

[color=crimson]“Phew...much better!”[/color] Siobhan chirped happily, stretching her arms to the sky. [color=crimson]“No more wet clothes. Now I just need to figure out our next destination.”[/color]

[color=DeepSkyBlue]“Sounds good!”[/color] Kailani responded immediately, smiling brightly. She tilted her head slightly, examining Siobhan - or more accurately her clothes - before just shrugging. If people changed in front of each other on this side of the storm, who was she to judge?

Though, she was a bit envious of the range of clothes Siobhan had. If the pale woman didn’t tower over her Kailani might be tempted to borrow some of hers.

Rummaging through the box of her things the Pekelian pulled out a pair of leather shorts that reached to her knees, and another set of chest bindings. She regretted that the strange dress off those who crashed on Pekelo were often ruined or stained with too much blood to completely remove. Oh well. Kailani shucked her current clothing, soaked from the Ka Li’Ai, before her quick fingers had her new clothing and bindings on. The girl began to investigate the line Siobhan’s clothes were on next, tilting her head.

Then she just shrugged and threw her own soaking clothes over it. Good enough.

[color=crimson]“Righto,”[/color] Siobhan muttered, hunched over a table near the stern of the ship. Across its surface was a large cartography map, which the redhead was busily using various tools to chart their next course with. Laid across an irrelevant section of the chart was her list of potential crewmates. [color=crimson]“Mm…”[/color]

Her first attempt at tracking one of these guys down had technically been unsuccessful, though she [i]had[/i] managed to get an awesome new shipwright regardless! Still, she hoped this time her next target would still be alive.

[color=crimson]“Mushuro Takeuchi...he’s become a pretty big name around these parts...”[/color] Siobhan muttered.