Firestone Hot Springs life will be all like what.

she appears to have stopped when he calls out to her and he draws nearer, stopping more than a comfortable distance from her as she looks over her shoulder at him. brisbane lets out a low huff as he draws in another deep lungful of the putrid smelling air around them as she questions him. well, first off, it's steamin'. i mean, where i'm from water doesn't steam. is that normal 'round here? the stretch of ocean that blackshark bay touches is often cold all year around. brisbane isn't sure what he'd have done if he ever went to the shore one day and found the water with steam wafting off of it. second, don't you smell that? it smells like decaying seaweed. he draws in a breath, cringing against the smell once more.