[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] On the Open Sea
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette took the man's advice and took a few, shaky breaths. She glanced around, looking for Fyror. She heard that someone named Marco had him, but she wanted to be sure of the man's safety. After all, she had risked his life to save hers and ensure she was all right. And these people also drove the creature away and saved them. She wanted to say thanks again, but she found it hard. She was still so cold.

As the others talked, Colette his eyes with a woman on board. She hadn't imagined these men (she assumed pirates of some capacity. Or seamen. Still though, did not imagine a woman would be among them) and found herself comforted in that fact alone. Then another figure came into view and Colette let out an audible gasp. She was dressed much what you would imagine a sea captain would look like, but she almost made it look easy. And fashionable. Colette wanted to know her. Know about her.

She grasped the man and tried to stand up, finding her bearings. She still looked at the Captain. [color=E395B2]"W-where is Fyror? Is he all right?"[/color] That was what she really wanted to know, but she was also desperate to know what would become of them? Would they drop them off at the nearest port or was this where they would remain?