Post by mildofthewild on Sept 6, 2020 14:30:22 GMT -5
A ship that big?? With that many wrestlers? Sif's muscles twitch as her eyes light up, the young woman's blood flowing freely at the thought of so many opponents to knock around. You can take the girl out of the wildlands, but you can't take the wildlands out of her.
She briefly notes Idol's tentative response, curious as to what must have happened between him and his pa. She never had any sort of distance between her own parents and herself, so the idea was new to her...but not enough to press it. She just became his student, after all; she didn't think she could hope to understand his plight, so she didn't want to press it and his a sore spot. He would tell her when he was ready. At least, she hoped someday he would...
"Wow...I'm gettin pumped just thinkin' about it! If you teach me, ill be the best pupil for ya, Master! I'll wrangle, thrash, bowl over anybody we come across! And when we find that boat..."
She pauses, thinking a little longer on the image. A large boat...a horde of wrestlers...challenges across the West Blue...the images brought one thing to her mind. Her body hunches over and her bro2 darkens, Sif absently pawing at the dirt around them as she contemplates her next question. If they were marines, who knew when they'd have the chance to venture out like that? Of course, more importantly, she contemplates the reason she joined the Marines to begin with...the memory of what inspired her enlisting. The carnage that gave her a purpose...
"...M-master Idol...this ship. These wrestlers, your Pa...are...are they...
"Pirates?"