the pleasure my boots gave me

Through the inside of the once grand ship, suites abandoned, mirrors shattered and furniture rotting. Plush mattresses with scattered linen. Whatever had happened here, had happened quickly. She rifled through an open case, much like when she was a pup on the pirate ship, except this time there were more lacy bras hanging from her antlers and a lot less feather boas. Where was the fun in that? Stepping on a rubber ball sprayed an awful stinky water in her face and she retreated from the room coughing before making her way up to the rotting timber deck. The swirling clouds overhead were intensifying and she needed to get this godawful stink off her.

Amber gaze swept across the distant beach and she thought she spotted that guy from the crocodile island. She hadn't even gotten his name last time. A smirk crossed her face, and she ran for the railing soaring over the edge with an excited whoop, losing only one of the several lacy bras adorning her head. She plummeted into the water below, breaking the surface with a laugh, and she began to swim for the shore. Looked like they were gonna be stranded together again. Did this shit keep happening for a reason?

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