Cerulean Cape Gi[m]me all your crebz

Xan, omg

Landlubbers seemed to flock to the ocean for no apparent reason. They always flop about the shore, trying to be a seadog, but like this one, they always fail. She cackled softly, remembered her own unfortunate encounter with a crab not to long ago. She reflexively licked the wounds the crustacean inflicted, but ignored it as the pale male finally turned his attention towards her.

Ahoy means hi, love. She smirked, walking closer, only to stop in her tracks. The pirate gritted her teeth and forced herself to smile. Fighting words. An angry part of her screeched, but the hormones in her brain and loins repressed her anger a little bit. I am a girl.