<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Amara Smite<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck - on deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur, Deshco Corran, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Amara smiles as she watched Alu make his way up the ladder, following not far behind him, he was quite difficult to read at time, so serious one moment so fully of jolly jokes the next. Just this morning he was making comments about her breasts, and she knew he couldn't be serious about that, could he? She shook it off as she listened to him, he was amusing even when he didn't wish to be. Sometimes it seemed as if they were playing a game of cat and mouse. One day she knew however she'd wake up to find out that she had been the mouse all along not him.<br/><br/>She couldn't really say how she felt on that idea, either one could prove to be very interesting indeed. She trusted Alu, she couldn't say that about very many men since her father was killed by the first pirates who enslaved her, but things had changed for her. She was free, a pirate by choice, a surgeon, with her closest and perhaps only friend being the ship's cook. It was strange how the world changed, she was snapped from her thoughts as Alu took a hold of her shirt, for a moment uncertain of what to make of it until he pointed towards the side of the ship. Amara smirks as they walk towards the object.<br/><br/>"Now I'm sure we've been at ocean to long, no man alive would be dumb enough to stowaway on a pirate ship, and with our colors hoisted, hard to say we're not pirates."<br/><br/>She winks at Alu as she kneels down in front of Deshco,<br/><br/>"So this has just got to be the salty sea air getting to us."<br/><br/>Amara swiftly jerks Deshco's hood from his head and shakes her own as she laughs getting back to her feet as she speaks looking at Alu.<br/><br/>"Or, maybe fools do still exist."