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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Windward Island[/b]
Port Harbor, The Sunken Shepherd[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Marina had raised her brow when the chieftain came out from nowhere to scold and degrade the man who had approached them with genuine excitement of being a diver. The words he spoke were harsh and cold, caring little for the man’s ambitions, and making him a public embarrassment. Marina found this strange considering that it was clear that the person she had welcomed to [i]her[/i] table was no child; even if he had the naivety of one. She wondered what reasons he could have for doing such a thing? Was he protective of him? Was the man someone he had sworn to keep safe to someone long dead? There were many questions that found their way into her head. 

She was about to speak up when her northern companion took the initiative to do so first. She obviously didn’t like what she was hearing and Marina couldn’t blame her. It was absurd to be denied one’s destiny and Marina could relate to the man; this was the kind of argument she had with her father after she left the imperial fleet academy. She remembered the screaming, the threats, and the demands. She remember how she snuck off Galma when she stowed away in a merchant barge heading westward. It was one of her first acts of open rebellion against her father, but it was important for him to realize they he couldn’t be the designer of her fate forever.

She sighed as Terhikki finished her ramblings and looked to the chieftain with a clear and distinct tone.

[color=A296B7]“Trust me, she isn’t one who takes no for an answer. Though, in this case, I do agree with her. What use is a man tied up in a hut for the rest of his days?”[/color][/indent]