Post by Jade on Mar 17, 2019 22:28:08 GMT -5
Barabara City's harbor was packed full of ships carrying crews from all walks of life - pirate vessels, brazenly flying their Jolly Rogers in the face of the lone Marine warship that was lazily patrolling the waters, smaller fishing boats setting out into the waters surrounding the island of Arabara, a handful of other civilian vessels, and even a pleasure yacht. And, squeezing its way among them all, the little Whiskey Runner, dwarfed by all but the smallest of the fishing boats.
Harley stood on the deck, wearing another too-small shirt and shorts, intended for a woman much smaller in all respects, and her trademark cap - though for their arrival, she had chosen to put her wooden sandals and long, dark jacket back on. The big bruiser stood at the front of their vessel, leaning forward over the bulbous, cactus-shaped figurehead of the ship that had so recently come under her possession, observing the other ships in the harbor with a big grin plastered across her face. This many ships meant even more people, and where there were people, there was bound to be some sort of fun to be had.
"Hey, we're almost to the pier!" she called out, turning her head to look toward the rest of the small ship behind her, looking for the sometimes little, sometimes not-so-little surfer she'd picked up on that weird cactus island a little while ago. "You know how to dock a ship, yeah?""You guys don't have a lot of sailing experience, do you?"
Harley spun on her heels at the sound of the voice, a little raspy and quiet from lack of use the past few days - in the doorway of the cabin stood their heretofore unconscious guest, the one-eyed woman they had found drifting in the ocean. The woman had wrapped a towel around her form, holding it tight with one hand, leaning against her free arm against the door frame. The partially-recovered woman smiled weakly in response to Harley's own wild grin. "Uh. Hey...? How about we, um, dock before we talk about the whole... 'Me being alive' thing."