Getting by

Nami didn't seem to notice his staring, distracted by the vast stretch of sand and water that lay beyond it. If anything was destined to brighten her mood it was a little swim or a bit of fishing, and she was determined to do just that, even if this stranger - what was his name, anyway? - didn't want to join her. "Guess we're fishing together then," she half-suggested, half-asked. Rudyard seemed friendly enough, and at this point she'd take practically any company she could get, especially the amiable sort. Slowly she followed him, content to feel the cool water licking the pads of her paws. Before long she felt it lapping against her belly, and her pale gaze slowly drifted along the surface of the water, quietly searching.

"Of course - only if I get your name, though," Nami suggested with a playful grin. His next question caught her slightly off guard, and she nodded, ready for his question. "Yes, of course," she started. Well, at least she'd thought she'd been prepared for it, but when it came she faltered slightly, jaw unhinging as she paused and searched for the words. "I, well - had a bit of an accident when I was young. Shark attack," she admitted, sounding a bit hesitant. It wasn't among her favorite memories but she liked to think it spoke of her resilience, though at the time she'd been told it was a reminder of her recklessness. "Hasn't slowed me down any. What about you?" Gesturing slightly toward him, she shifted her attention back to the water once she saw a flash of light zooming beneath the surface. Lurching forward, her jaws parted as aimed for the fish below. Ultimately she had to plunge beneath the surface, holding her breath as she skillfully snatched up one of the fish, emerging soaking wet and beaming with the fish between her jaws.