Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Stuffing her itchy fingers into her pockets, Thal lets out a heavy, dejected sigh. "You're no fun," she complains, shifting her attention from tempting marks to the stalls and their wares. They glitter in between gaps in people's bodies, bells of various shapes and sizes having taken over the majority of what's being sold in the port.
Thal bumps Colt gently in the shoulder, a movement that might have been missed in the jostling of the crowd if she hadn't paired it with a teasing grin. "And I've heard the jail cells are very comfortable. You'll make lots of friends there." Shooting her a wink, the pirate captain sidles up to a booth that catches her eye. It's sporting dark and rustic looking bells, very different from glittering monstrosities attacking people's sight. Her fingers immediately reach out to brush against the blackened surface of a metal bell.
Thal bumps Colt gently in the shoulder, a movement that might have been missed in the jostling of the crowd if she hadn't paired it with a teasing grin. "And I've heard the jail cells are very comfortable. You'll make lots of friends there." Shooting her a wink, the pirate captain sidles up to a booth that catches her eye. It's sporting dark and rustic looking bells, very different from glittering monstrosities attacking people's sight. Her fingers immediately reach out to brush against the blackened surface of a metal bell.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
