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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Windward Island[/b]
Port Harbor, The Sunken Shepherd[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=A296B7]“I suppose we should.”[/color] Marina uttered as she stood up from her seat.

She moved forward to the bartender’s counter after she collected her things, placing down a few shelma down on the countertop to pay for her drink. She wasn’t someone who forgot to pay her debts.

She moved back toward her table and made sure she hadn’t forgotten any of her items and grabbed her diver’s inventory case from the floor, taking a light breath as she looked in the direction of the chieftain. The thought of Marlowe’s ill treatment at his hands for the sake of an aged old idiot’s promise still bothered her. She wondered how he would treat things once Marlowe escaped him and never looked back. She supposed it was an odd thought, but his relationship was a lot like the one she had with her father; though she was certain the circumstance were much different. She sighed and shook her head, probably looking like a girl whose head was stuck in the clouds to anyone who looked at her. 

She told herself to forget the past and get on with thinking on the venture she had been tasked to solve.[/indent]