Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
She accepted the next glass of whiskey without more than a nod. As she took another searing sip, she wasn't surprised by Melita's outrageous idea. Instead of immediately dismissing it as nonsense, the alcohol had her imagining the strategic implications of firing rubber ducks at enemy ships. "A psychological attack as much as a physical one, I have no doubt." How could any semblance of organization or understanding remain in the face of flying bath toys?
The blatant way the demigod spoke of her profession had an eyebrow raising. It wasn't like many people didn't know what she did, but it wasn't like it was accepted by everyone. Thal didn't let the brashness faze her, swirling her drink in her glass with a shrug of her shoulders. "Sometimes. Depends on where the winds take us." Quite literally as well as figuratively. Her blue eyes found the woman again. "I'm assuming it's the same with Jack's crew."
The blatant way the demigod spoke of her profession had an eyebrow raising. It wasn't like many people didn't know what she did, but it wasn't like it was accepted by everyone. Thal didn't let the brashness faze her, swirling her drink in her glass with a shrug of her shoulders. "Sometimes. Depends on where the winds take us." Quite literally as well as figuratively. Her blue eyes found the woman again. "I'm assuming it's the same with Jack's crew."
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
