"Righto, good ol' brown jacket it is!" Siobhan chirped, having chosen her outfit. Her wetsuit had already been replaced in the metal case, allowing her to absorb the remaining water dampening her form. Saved a lot of space when you didn't have to worry about packing towels. Hopefully by the time she finished getting dressed, Kailani will have made some actual progress on that ship of hers...though she would be lying if she claimed she didn't want to explore this place.
It had, after all, been trapped within this storm for who knows how long. Isolated from the world like this, there was no telling all the amazing things she could see here! That was a pretty unique thought to have about an island in the Blues. Most were pretty mundane and dull, being in the "civilized" part of the world.
Ah well, there would be plenty of exploring to do once she got back to the Grand Line with a proper ship and crew behind her. Assembling that was the most important thing right now!
"Good," Siobhan fastened her belt with a smirk. "Guess I'd better go help with the construct-"
A scream.
It actually sounded more like a swear that was abruptly cut off.
More importantly, it sounded like Kailani.
"Feckin' eejit!" Siobhan cussed herself out, remembering that she was supposed to be keeping an eye on the other girl while she rebuilt her ship. Grinding her heel into the foliage beneath her, the redhead darted out of the brush where she had been changing. "Shiiiiite!"
It didn't take but a moment for her to get back to where the rebuilding effort had commenced, but...
"Kailani?" Siobhan called out, glancing about the abandoned pile of wood. There was no sign of her would-be shipwright anywhere.
No, wait.
"Tracks," she noted, kneeling down to inspect the footprints left in the sand. There were multiple sets, most too large to belong to the petite girl. Following their progress, it became clear that there was some sort of struggle. A pair of deep grooves in the sand indicated that Kailani was being dragged along against her will. "Heh, found ya!"
Now she just had to follow them and hopefully she'd find wherever they were taking her new crewmate.
If it was to that wedding, though, then they'd better have saved some cake for her.
It had, after all, been trapped within this storm for who knows how long. Isolated from the world like this, there was no telling all the amazing things she could see here! That was a pretty unique thought to have about an island in the Blues. Most were pretty mundane and dull, being in the "civilized" part of the world.
Ah well, there would be plenty of exploring to do once she got back to the Grand Line with a proper ship and crew behind her. Assembling that was the most important thing right now!
"Good," Siobhan fastened her belt with a smirk. "Guess I'd better go help with the construct-"
A scream.
It actually sounded more like a swear that was abruptly cut off.
More importantly, it sounded like Kailani.
"Feckin' eejit!" Siobhan cussed herself out, remembering that she was supposed to be keeping an eye on the other girl while she rebuilt her ship. Grinding her heel into the foliage beneath her, the redhead darted out of the brush where she had been changing. "Shiiiiite!"
It didn't take but a moment for her to get back to where the rebuilding effort had commenced, but...
"Kailani?" Siobhan called out, glancing about the abandoned pile of wood. There was no sign of her would-be shipwright anywhere.
No, wait.
"Tracks," she noted, kneeling down to inspect the footprints left in the sand. There were multiple sets, most too large to belong to the petite girl. Following their progress, it became clear that there was some sort of struggle. A pair of deep grooves in the sand indicated that Kailani was being dragged along against her will. "Heh, found ya!"
Now she just had to follow them and hopefully she'd find wherever they were taking her new crewmate.
If it was to that wedding, though, then they'd better have saved some cake for her.