drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
His call reaches them, and when they’re received he looks back to spy how they might be able to avoid the pod of dolphins. Only… They don’t, not quite. The ship moves to the side and Milo watches as a few of the pink pod are quickly and quite horribly mowed down. "Oh shit, oh fuck." He grimaces, visibly flinching, if only to look away with a quiet shake of his head. Hopefully the rest of the encantados didn’t want to enact some stormy revenge upon them.
He casts a glance back down toward Melita with the sails and to Jack and Aurelia, before he’s looking back up with his spyglass to peer along the edges of the water again, searching for any other surprises, casually avoiding the hell out of the massacred dolphins behind them.
Milo keeps the crows nest and continues to look out for anything of interest!
He casts a glance back down toward Melita with the sails and to Jack and Aurelia, before he’s looking back up with his spyglass to peer along the edges of the water again, searching for any other surprises, casually avoiding the hell out of the massacred dolphins behind them.
Milo keeps the crows nest and continues to look out for anything of interest!
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
