Women are like volcanoes

She was scouting, really, on the look out for people to join her travelling circus future band. The more she thought on it, perhaps the Pirates had just had a PR problem. If you rock up and introduce yourself as a Pirate, people are going to assume you are up to no good, but a Privateer? Now that had a ring of commerce about it, a seeker of fortune, out for business opportunities. It might pique the interest a little more than the sneering a pirate could expect.

Huh, She would have to run it by her cohorts when they next met up, for now, she was still on the hunt for a few more bodies.

Not that she expected to find them on islands, and particularly not on ones as desolate as this one. This she was checking out for her own curiousities sake. Soon the water would be too cold (it was borderline for right now) to make the swim out, hell it might even get easier if the ocean froze and made a bridge, but then she'd lose the atmosphere, the feeling of insignificance when you could be the only living being on that speck of land apart from the ocean birds.

Well, that hadn't really worked for her last time had it?

With the sun setting at her back, her paws kicked through the frigid water, until she could pull herself up on the familiar rocky shore, (familiar in it's similarity to Atlantis Island, if a little further erroded than the other). She paused to shake out her fur, her eyes turning up to look at her birds drifting lazily on the air currents overhead. For a moment, she took the time to envy them.

“Speech”