[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220130/103f920bf5842a3f5028e2783a9c6149.png[/img][/center][hr][center]The [i]Sharkfin[/i] | South Seas Ocean[/center][hr][indent][indent][indent]As the storm began to settle around them and the Sharkfin came to rest, Kaitha, like plenty of the other crew members, stared up at the patchy break in the clouds. Blessedly, the sun had not vanished from the sky to leave the world bleak and gray forever; the rays that touched the ship were warm and welcome. Tonight the moon would be beautiful—[i]“dark days, bright nights,”[/i] as the saying went.  

Something to look forward to, anyway. 

Orders were given and Kaitha made her way giddily down belowdecks. The dark here was much starker than it had been outside, even in the guts of that awful storm, and unlike the sunlight that warmed her skin and sank down, this brought her a warmth that radiated from within. She smiled, bouncing in each step with all the grace of a feather on the wind until she found the storage. Others were here, a young man and woman. Crus and Tella, who, Kaitha believed, was imperial. She hadn’t been so vocal about it yet though, so for the time being she was given a pass.  

[color=6ecff6]“Pardon~”[/color] she hummed, slipping past them with water’s own fluidity to find her things. She doffed her habit’s cap and overcoat, but left the shawl and waist-coat on over the rest of the outfit. Choir habits were designed for diving, which made traveling much easier. 

Well, mostly. She did have one bit of luggage that could be cumbersome now and again. 

As she retrieved her Bo Saw, she couldn’t help but overhear Crus and be just a little intrigued. Seasickness? A diver? Hopefully not, what a dreadful affliction to have in a profession like this. Or any profession, really. Frankly it might as well have been called ‘worldsickness.’

[color=6ecff6]“Think it might be more that the sea’s sick of [i]us[/i].”[/color] She flashed a grin, and tried to remember that showing too many teeth put people off. Quickly, she gave the blade a test-revving, happy to see that it hadn’t been damaged in all that rattling. [color=6ecff6]“Luna’s luck we’ll be out of here before it finds a remedy.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]