[centre][h1][color=8493ca]Anya[/color][/h1][/centre]
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[color=8493ca]'' Blake slow down!''[/color] hissed Anya, struggling to break out of his hold. Sure she could punch him but felt like she needed to figure out what was going on first,[color=8493ca] ''How do you know if he wasn't drunk? Besides, how could he know that you could understand him? It's too unlikely to be true''[/color]. Tightening her grip on her bag, she attempted to keep moving in her worn-out boots. Anya planned to fix them back on board during once the ship was set on course but naturally some strange guy had to spout some cryptic information that she wouldn't even be able to understand. She could barely learn to speak to sea creatures, let alone a whole foreign language.