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Marina Watercrest smiled widely at the crewmate who had challenged her to three sets of Maker’s Grace. The cards on the table plain for them to see as the sound of the ocean hammered against the hull. 

[color=A65DA4]“This is what you get, you know.”[/color] The young woman smiled, [color=A65DA4]“For dueling one of the greats.”[/color]

The older man groaned before nearing a laugh. He hadn’t interacted with the diver much, but the girl’s gall and confidence nearly set him off. That was before the cards spun off the table as a particularly strong wave had tucked itself against the ship. Were they nearing their destination? That accursed storm? Must’ve been. Marina could hear the yelling, faint as it were through the ship’s floorboards. She supposed it was now where the real fun began. The real adventure. It would be like her travels before when she left the Imperial Sea but as a girl seeking to find her way. She had failed, triumphed, and then failed again. She was hoping in this venture it would be a return to greatness.

She smiled as she scooped up the shelma from the table, standing from her seat that she had barely kept upright when the ship braced against the waves. It was always fun for Marina to taunt and gloat, much like she had done at the academy.

She brushed off her cloak, [color=A65DA4]“Alas, I would love to continue robbing you blind, but I must dive.”[/color] 

The crewman began to mumble unpleasantries as Marina pranced out of the room and toward her belongings and the area where she and the other divers would convene. 

The thrill of the dive was something else and while Marina had not interacted with any of the other divers, with her rebreather on she could still feel a sense of camaraderie, a sense of belonging. One of the other divers in particular did remind her of someone, though she couldn’t quite place it with their own rebreather on and the fact they had not run into each other during the voyage into the storm. It would be a familiarity that she would press on at another time, but for now, she was getting ready. The diving chamber was not as nice or as shoddy as other ones as she had been in, a delightful middle ground. She stretched her legs as conversation began and continued, mostly idle comments, things that weren’t terribly interesting or fun. She jumped up and down, getting the blood flowing and muscles ready while smiling inanely underneath her diving gear.

One of the women talked of Luna and Luck and Marina looked slightly in her direction.

[color=A65DA4]“Luck isn’t in the equation, my love.”[/color] Marina looked toward the diving platform that was sealed shut with a dark temptation growing in her chest. Her eyes widened and there was a glimmer in them that could be seen by anyone who looked at the purple-haired diver. [color=A65DA4]“If you listen carefully, you can hear the terror of the tides. Isn't it wonderful?”[/color] 
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