<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2whmP4N.png?1)(https://i.imgur.com/SlDjov6.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Alexa and Bessie Sears<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shore<br/><strong>Action:</strong>unloading/setting up camp<br/><hr/><br/>While some may have found themselves lacking in sea legs, for the young, lovey dovey, sometimes obnoxiously so, couple the trip went by quite smoothly. After all they were used to traveling damn near every day for Alexa's work, so the cramped conditions and constant motion didn't really phase them at this point. Hell Alexa had once straight up worked a show on a cruise trip once, so she was extra fit for the task. Even the row out to shore went smoothly. Despite being a fire type of the feline persuasion, Alexa didn't actually have much aversion to water, and Bessie had been swimmin' and fishin' the lakes in her old town for as long as she could remember (besides the two "flotation devices" on her chest ensured she was probably the least in danger of drowning of everyone on the ship).<br/><br/>"Alright everyone, let's get this stuff hauled out of here so we can kiss this bucket of rust goodbye for good!" Alexa declared boisterously as she hopped down into one of the punt boats, hoping to rile everyone up after the claustrophobic trip over. With a triumphant smirk she started calling for crates to get tossed down to her, catching and setting them in the boat with ease, "alright alright, what have we got here? One crate of provisions, check. One stack of lumber, check. One crate of hunting equipment, check. Oof, and one fine ass wife, double check" she cooed as Bessie suddenly tossed herself over the edge of the ship into her wife's waiting arms, "you ain't trying to stow away in the luggage, are you missy?" she teased, earning a giggle, "no, just thought I'd drop by while my big strong girl can still carry me" she cooed, momentarily distracted from the task at hand by a series of smooches, "oh what, you think I'm gonna wear myself out working today? You ain't getting off that lucky" Alexa growled into the cowgirl's lips, "hmmm, I dunno, there is a lot of cargo here..." Bessie teased, which hit the perfect spot right in the tiger woman's ego, "that a challenge? Alright, just don't be surprised when I'm slamming you around so hard to tonight it keeps the whole island up, you're gonna wish they had taken a whole extra ship full to wear me down" she boasted, "oh my, better get to it then tiger" Bessie chimed, punctuating it with another smooch.<br/><br/>From there the morning was more or less a blur of work. After getting dropped off on shore the first time Bessie got to work helping the others clear out a proper camp site for everyone, or at least the beginnings of one. While she may have looked like just a pretty house wife, she was used to helping raise barns and patch up stables, so basic stuff like this was no real sweat. Well, it was a lot of sweat actually, causing the miltank to glisten in the hot sun, perspiration trickling down her milky cleavage making her look like a tall glass of ice tea just sitting out waiting to be gulped down. It made it significantly harder for Alexa to ride the boat back to the ship every time they dropped a new batch of cargo off, her wife somehow looking even sexier each time they came to shore, though she managed to channel it as inspiration to get the job done quicker, which kept her chugging along even as others stopped for breaks, "Oi! come on pinky, we can't slow down now, we're almost at the promise land" Alexa exclaimed, coming up behind Maximus with a sharp yet friendly clap to the back, shifting a bit of his load onto her's to free up his burden a little, "The harder ya work now, the better that food's gonna taste when we're finally done. And I don't think I need to tell you what dire need we're in for some good tasting food after all that packaged crap" she added with a wide, cheeky grin, the kind that was annoyingly infectious.