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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Aboard a ship (Coastline of Port Royal)

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24jYQrZdAy0][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Sleeping With a Ghost" by Tommee Profitt ft. Cappa[/I][/color][/url]
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	Sirena's heart clenched inside her chest, and her brows were deeply furrowed. She was utterly stricken by the unexpected sight of her best friend and the painful memories and emotions that it subsequently caused to boil to the surface. To say that she was shaken to the core was an understatement. All the while, she could feel the cool spray of the sea hitting her face and the vibrations of the tumultuous waves reverberating through the ship's deck. The realism of it all made her begin to question what was real and what was merely an illusion. Was Harlianne truly here? Was she dead, or was she alive? In the end, did it even matter?

	The pain that spread through her face as a bucket hit her did little to answer her barrage of questions. It only served to cement her into this current "reality," whatever it was. She let out a shuttering breath, trying to get a handle on her emotions. She looked over at her best friend wearily. By the sounds of it, Harlianne was just as confused as Sirena was. She stiffly and awkardly stood there. Her blue eyes followed her former captain's rythimic yet seemingly futile movements. Harlianne's last comment elicited an involuntary snort from Sirena.

	[color=66CDAA]"It's a little late for that,"[/color] she stated dully. She eyed Harlianne for a moment before finally letting out a resigned sigh and lending her aid. She began to scoop buckets full of water from off of the deck to toss it overboard. There was a seemingly permanent frown on her face as her mind was still swarming with questions and thoughts. But one question stuck out the most. If this was real, why was she even here? A horrible thought occurred to her, and it sent her heart down into her stomach. Was she going to witness Harlianne's death? The bucket fell from her grasp, landing on the deck with a dull clank. She bit her tongue to keep from letting out a strangled cry. Yet her eyes revealed all the emotion she tried in vain to contain.