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Stepping off the ramp and into the port, the wind that had been coursing up through the cargo bay struck against Penelope like a wave. She caught her hat so its floppy brim danced along her head just as the skirt of her dress flew. Of course, she always wore her knee-length leggings beneath, because she weren’t foolish to go out in a gale like this one without them. ‘Sides, the tight bodice kept it from inching up, so she had no worries of showing off any skin without meanin’ to. Not that she were either shy or equally modest. Just reasonable to not want unwanted attention - though she’d get it sometimes anyway.

The pilot was more than capable of taking care of herself against the common drunkard, if it came down to it, so she never walked anywhere alone in a state of fear or anticipation looming over her. Wasn’t her style. Likely why should could walk with that easy sense of security like she did, breezing on through the places she passed like a spring wind. That, and a smaller, sharper reason tucked away on her person, of course.

The wind tossing all around her though was what she lived for. The otherwise seemingly good girl secured that hat with the twine and bead strap attached mostly to keep her hair from tossin’ all abouts in her face and she let the wind carry her away. There weren’t a specific destination - rarely was. Any beach would do with the waves tossin’ like they were after a storm. 

If there were any rain that planned on coming back for a second dousing, Penelope welcomed it. She loved a good storm. It cleared most folk from the beach, leaving her the choice of treasures that washed ashore. A nice shell was already on her list, for Abby, and she hoped to find some sea glass and maybe a little snipper to show Sam. Of course, she’d return it - no ocean critter belonged in space. Not free enough, in a little tank. At least Lucky had the ability to escape and wander where he pleased aboard. Sea critters wouldn’t fare as well. 

That was what led Penelope’s thoughts predominantly as she got directions to a good shore spot, and a few curious looks at her outfit compared to the weather. Not that it dimmed her sunny disposition none. It could’ve been a different story had the conversation with the captain gone poorly, but no sense on wandering on what-ifs. That weren’t her style either.