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[right][hr][color=gray][b]The Southern Sea[/b]
The Skullfish, Top Deck[/color]
[sub][@Fading Memory][/sub][hr][/right]
[indent][i][color=A296B7]Okay. This isn’t as bad as it looks. You got this.[/color][/i]

Marina took a light breath as she observed the battle the best she could from her current position. The alpha’s had reared their heads but it seems they were far enough away that she couldn’t do much about their appearance. She supposed it was fortunate that she was so scattered and that the smaller Savorasks were easy enough to pick off. She had acted as a vanguard scout on many dives so something like this wasn’t exactly new territory for her. Still, she felt a bit of anxiety between the storm and the screaming. 

[b]“M-Marina!”[/b]

The sharp voice of Terhikki snapped Marina out of her thoughts, her eyes jotting toward the northerner.

Marina had been afraid of her current scenario ever since she first started talking to Terhikki and while most of their relationship had been a few hours getting to know each other and Marina teasing the northerner, there was something there that reminded her of someone she was close to. Something she didn’t want to lose. The purple-haired diver knew it was a stupid thing to compare someone she barely knew to someone in the past she used to know and enjoy the company of, but the fact of the matter was Marina was prone to impulse, nostalgia, and irrational behavior. The captain of the Golden Galleon, the ship Marina used to sail under, always used to tell her that if she didn’t “cut the bullshit” she was going to end up in a watery grave.

The memory of those words only made it more painful that her friends had ended up in that grave and not her; but the memory would not become another reality. As long as she could stand Marina would make sure that Terhikki didn’t join Shel, Carvo, Menche, and the rest of her friends at the bottom of the seven seas. The Skullfish was not the Golden Galleon and it would not share it’s fate. A quiet flame rose in Marina’s eyes as she felt her pace change on impulse, charging for the cry of a fellow diver that needed her aid. She would not let another person she befriended die.
 
In an instant Marina pulled the trigger of her gun several times, pushing through the weakest of the savorask grunts to get to her newfound friend.

When Marina arrived at Terhikki’s side she didn’t even seem to be like the same person as she twirled her sword as Terhikki laid on her back, fighting off a lunging savorask. In the end, Marina pushed her foot off the belly of the savorask, her sword dripping its blood. It was only then when there was no immediate threat that she sheathed her pistol and turned to face Terhikki.

[b][color=A296B7]“I like that look, but you really should save it for the bedroom.”[/color][/b] Marina giggled as she turned to help Terhikki to her feet, a sense of relief coming over her as she saw Terhikki was not harmed.[/indent]