(Ok, catching up again. Sorry if I miss or skip over anything but, just been busy at work doing the work of multiple people on my own (as usual). So, kind of playing catch-up and just trying to keep things moving during the spare moments. )<br/><br/><br/>God damn, this was a weird bunch. Sin couldn't help but sigh as she thought about everything that had happened over the past couple days. And to think, it all started off so well, why the Hell did that self-proclaimed goddess have to pick her? Or was it Spectra? She was the one who suggested the stop, did she have something to do with it?<br/><br/>Ah, as much as she wanted to be able to blame it all on that damn goofy succubus she knew that wasn't the case. I mean, she couldn't know with 100% accuracy, but all her senses were telling her the woman was telling the truth so she was pretty sure this whole thing hadn't been some scheme masterminded by her.<br/><br/>But then again, did that really mean that it was all her own fault? Well that just couldn't be. She didn't do anything wrong! ... From a pirate perspective, at least... and that was her perspective, so clearly...!<br/><br/>Sin had sort of been milling about most of the time on the island. Not interacting with too many people unless forced to basically. That's just how she was. It took work to earn her respect and she simply wasn't the type to go out of her way to start stupid little chats with anybody over anything.<br/><br/>Of course, more than anything, she loved her freedom, and the sea, so naturally her meandering would lead her back towards it.<br/><br/>It was great that everything seemed to be going smoothly... you know, considering the whole stranded on an island after having her ship stolen, thing. Of course that also meant that someone who usually had a strong and clear sense of purpose was now just, killing time. That sucked.<br/><br/>As Sin sat on the beach, staring out to the sea, the waves gently brushing against her paws as they sunk slightly into the damp sand, she heard someone coming up from behind her, rather quietly. Having her moment of reflection spoiled, her ears lowered as she began to speak without looking back. As quietly as they were moving, she had a pretty good idea who it was anyway...<br/><br/>"You know, Spectra... Despite my better judgement, I still believe you when you say you're actually trying to help me. And even though you're doing it because you want my soul, at least that makes it more understandable for me. At least I know that both of us have an end goal.<br/><br/>But your whole, 'be nicer' shtick, well that's just bullshit. I'm a fucking PIRATE, understand? I'm not SUPPOSED to be nice. I'm supposed to lead my crew, which is what I do... VERY WELL, actually. Don't suppose you've noticed how no one's tried to start a mutiny, even though we're in the situation we're in? Sure, some might say it's because I've got Sara at my side, but, she can think for herself too, you know? I guess that's her whole THING, what makes her special, or whatever. She's a machine, but she doesn't actually HAVE to do what you say. Not unless she actually WANTS to. So yeah, am I mean? Sure, of course I am. I'm a bloody pirate. It's who I am, understand? I"m not going to be warm and cuddly, that's your th--"<br/><br/>Sin finally began to rise up and turn around when she saw the other person on the beach with her...<br/><br/>It wasn't Spectra. In fact, she had no idea who it was...<br/><br/>"Who the fuck are you?" She asked, one hand reaching towards one of her knives as she kept a wary and watchful eye on this unknown reptilian person. Or perhaps the better word would be, unnoticed. She'd been so distracted over the last couple days, it would make sense that something she would normally catch, like a stowaway, might slip by her attention just this once.No longer, though. Resla was not only on the captain's radar, she was squarely in her sights.