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[right][hr][color=gray][b]The Southern Sea[/b]
The Skullfish, Top Deck[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=A296B7]“Savorasks.”[/color] Marina muttered as she grabbed hold of a dangling rope to keep her footing as the ship struck rough waters. 

Marina may have been smaller than the rest of the Skullfish's crew, but she had been ready before the Savorask had even leapt over the railing. Perhaps it was her experience in rough seas or the simple fact that she had an abhorrent feeling moments before. She had told Terhikki to “grab onto something” before the turbulence sent one of the crewmen over the railing, as if she had a premonition of things to come. That was of course, ostensibly false, as Mother Ocean’s magic didn’t work in such a way. As her eyes looked over to Terhikki and the now boarding frogmen Marina’s brows narrowed as she unsheathed her imperial aetherblade from her waist. 

[b][i]“To arms! To arms!”[/i][/b] Screeched one of the crewmen. Marina smirked.

It had been some time since she had felled a group of Savorasks. This was going to be fun.[/indent]