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[center][h2][color=f26522]Eliza Rebargo[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=f26522][i]'Well, if I'm gonna get myself into this Gullspire Rock business - which I am, no questions asked, then I'd better get myself into high gear! ... And if I'm gonna do that, then... Uh, where do I go? Usually I'd go to a guild hall, but I'm not sure if this place even has those. Maybe I'll go check out the tavern and ask around... and drink, of course! That's what a tavern's for.'[/i][/color]

Eliza's eyes darted through the area like that of a hawk's, and before long, her gaze shifted onto that of a building off in the distance, entitled 'The Sunken Shepherd', a name which she felt would befit a tavern quite well. But she didn't dally on this for too long - she had a tavern to check out. Or, maybe it wasn't a tavern, and she was making quite the blunder. It certainly was quite the possibility. Not letting this stop her for too long, Eliza then began to make her way towards The Sunken Shepherd, weaving (albeit poorly, to her chagrin) throughout the crowds of people who were flocking onto the island by the dozen. It was like stepping through a minefield, though only slightly less lethal - and a whole lot noisier.

Some of the people Eliza bumped into weren't exactly thrilled, choosing to voice their distaste quite clearly. Eliza chose to held her tongue, which wasn't such an easy task - she thought it'd be best not to cause trouble. She'd only been on Windward Island for not even a day, so causing some strife already wouldn't be ideal. Though, it'd certainly be impressive but not in a good way. Eventually, though, Eliza managed to reach the tavern in one piece, so that was all fine and dandy. 

[i][color=f26522]'I came here for a nice break, but it looks like I'm getting roped back into diving... it's like, destiny or something.'[/color][/i] Eliza mulled with a hand to her chin, as she stood outside the tavern for a brief moment. [color=f26522][i]'Anyways, I could really go for a drink right about now. But, I don't have any clue what they sell here. I just hope it's some good stuff...!'[/i][/color] Forcing the tavern doors open, Eliza caught sight of a fair few people mingling in the bar. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that some of them were divers - so it'd be worth asking them about the whole situation with Gullspire Rock. 

But it seemed like luck was on Eliza's side, because she'd walked in at the perfect time. A voice rung out throughout the room, coming from a man equipped with goggles. This man gave Eliza the impression of a very, very experienced diver... because boy, did it sound like he knew what he was talking about. He spoke of sending out two teams - a climbing and diving team. Eliza felt she'd be more suited to a diving team - feeling as if there was more potential of coming across interesting artifacts and the like... though, as it turned out, some structures could be accessed from the land, so climbing wouldn't be so bad.

And, once again, Eliza heard a mention of what truly intrigued her about the whole situation. Ancient machinery. An unnatural storm. Both of them were, simply put... mysterious. Enigmatic. And the Rebargo family had always been drawn to such mysteries. Familiar questions raced through Eliza's head. What kind of ancient machinery can just cause a storm? What kind of people made it? How advanced were they? The situation brought so many questions, yet the orange-haired lady, Eliza Rebargo, sought the answers.

[color=f26522][i]'And I'm gonna find those answers. Leaving stuff like that unfound... it's just not my style. I'm tagging into this diving operation, hell or high water... these mysteries are practically calling my name to solve them.'[/i][/color] Eliza then recalled a piece of information that was spoken by the likely experienced man with the goggles. He said something about partners.

[color=f26522][i]'Oh... cripe. I... I guess I don't have one of those, do I?'[/i][/color] Eliza scratched her head. [color=f26522][i]'I mean, I guess I've got my shield and my sword? But... somehow, I think that doesn't count. Well, anyways... I'm sure it'll be fine, right? I don't need no partner, 'cause I'm Eliza Rebargo... I'll be Rebar-going on this trip no matter what! That's my policy. At least, for now...'[/i][/color]