MELITA
Frowning at Jack’s practicality and reasoning, she glanced over at the map again, then along to the sea as they ventured. She could very well race out across the ocean with her anklet, and ordinarily not be bothered at all; but with her luck lately she’d get swallowed by something massive, die again, and leave the Captain laughing in the midst. And she couldn’t let him win by default. Win what exactly – who really knew.
Flora’s suggestion was met with rounded eyes and excitement. “Yeah, let’s shoot them!” And Jack couldn’t argue that she’d miss all the time, because there’d been just such an occasion where she’d hit the Spire. Andddd it only had to be the rocks out in the midst, with no true target except the sea itself.
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Melita wants to shoot things!
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
