Swab the Deck

The woman said she was not from here but that she was resigned to dying here and Sparrow nodded almost knowingly, "My grandmother apparently died here too. Guess this place attracts that kind of thing." Sparrow took herself from the water, a few stray driblets falling back into the lake as her eyes met the older woman's at the end of her question. Ah. Yes. Willowy things. "I uh, just meant that I didn't have anything... I wasn't doing anything just kinda... wandering among the willows. I'm actually recruiting some pirates to party and raid with for the next however many years." Sparrow flashed a lopsided smile- a trait she inherited straight from her father as she looked at the woman who was responsible for his characteristic floral shirt unknowingly.

Sparrow settled herself near the water's edge, noting how the water came right to the edge of the soft grasses beneath her paws despite the tree coverage. "Uh, I'm Sparrow Imperialis, by the by."