Coconut Grove pineapples in her hair

while the gray lass enjoyed her peaceful moment, a storm brewed dead ahead of her. why, it was none other than the infamous pirate, Sadie Sea Salt! Back again was she? this time, it seemed she wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. though she was small in frame, that didn't stop her from rushing down she shoreline in the freezing water, feeling the chills bite at her skin and hair ferociously as if the two were in mortal combat. a crazed grin was plastered on her face as her rambunctious laugh echoed through the seaside and bounced off the waves.

she was home, finally home. calypso asked her to migrate then come back, and boy was she glad to be home. did she miss her crew mates? course she did, a pirate sticks with the other pirates of the world! but for now, she thought nothing of them, it was her time today, not theirs. the wench tumbled and yelped around, rolling in the tidewater and feeling winter nip at her body. but she could not feel such pain, she was enjoying herself.

she didn't notice the gray woman at the coconut trees covered in snow, not just yet. Sadie was focused on the strange fruit that appeared in front of her. "what this be?" she asked, skidding to a halt and tilting her head comedically side to side. she walked around it, poked and prodded at him, and even bit at it. she nudged it with her nose, then deemed it dead. the coconut wasn't open, so she didn't have the luxury of being able to taste the sweet flavor. she instead saw the chance of a game, a wild game, a game only she knew of (course, she made it up herself!)

the coconut was rather small, small enough that she could grasp it tightly in her jaws. it was heavier than she imagined, but that wouldn't stop her from playing with it. she threw herself a grin, then threw it towards the sky, towards calypso, her goddess. "one game, aye calypso?" she asked aloud, then grabbing the hard coconut in her mouth before flinging it towards the open ocean. she chased after it, surprised at how well it rolled. while the coconut rolled, it managed to get punctured by a shard of rock before continuing its' role, slowly draining out the water.

Sadie raced after it, dashing through the water and latching onto the now lighter-weighed fruit. she laughed loudly, then threw it towards the open beach. once more, she raced after it, tumbling every now and then while enjoying every moment. the cold water and wind gave her power, it pushed through her and encouraged her to run. she could hear the wind howl in her ears like the ones she had killed did before they drew their last breath. oh, how fresh those memories were in her head! 

while one would wish to forget such monstrosity of events, sadie would rather go through them once more. she was often called sadistic sadie at times when she lived with her old crew. she took pride in her killings, it showed others what she was capable of. it proved what she was worth, what she could do, and what she wasn't afraid to do.

ah, sweet memories indeed. while she would love to kill something, she settled with her game of one-wolf fetch.