S E A S A L T;;

The day was cool, comfortable and mildly breezy. There wasn't much in the way of odd-jobs anymore, and sitting here made her feel awfully useless. She murmured inaudibly to herself, taking brief glances out at the crashing waves. She stared fixedly downward - a straight plunge into frothing waters - with a broad smile, relishing the sudden quailing of her heart and burst of adrenaline. Nothing to do...nothing, for now, except her and the sea. Why she cherished these moments she was unsure - possibly it was the peacefulness of the entire thing; or rather, more likely, because of the sea's ability to bring out things in people you never expected. She rubbed the salt from her eyes, clawing carefully at the railing as she adjusted her position, leaning out to get a better look, charcoal-grey hair tossed up in a wild mess of a mane by the breeze. She figured she looked half insane hanging out above the waves like this, and laughing to herself she continued to crawl further out, all broad grins and-- she slipped. In one fluid, spontaneous motion she grabbed a hold of the railing, hauling herself back up with brute strength and shaking like a newborn, eyes wide, mouth slack. She stood still for a moment, clinging to the railing like her life depended on it, digging her nails into the fine woodwork until at last she let out a yelp, scrambling back on deck with the sort of expression that made clear the fact that a steady standing-place was welcome.

S T A T S;;

N a m e Haiti
A l i a s Hatie
A g e 18 ½
G e n d e r Filly
O c c u p a t i o n 102% Pirate
M o o d Bored
P e r s o n a blunt + stubborn + sarcastic + rude
F u r Powder Blue
M a n e Black
E y e s Blue + Green
L o v e is trivial.
K i n Mom + Dad + Zenxvia + Lemiryx
C o m p a n y Gunther the Pirate Zomutt

S T O R I E S;;

You'll get none from me.

G U N T H E R;;

The great, greymuzzled hound shot you a look of sheer disgust, twitching slightly under the pirate's touch. Every stringy, tired muscle was tense, every dull tooth ready to draw blood if the situation called for it. He took one look at you and instantly seemed like a constant reminder of the fact that dogs, no matter how domesticated, were only a few meals short of being a wolf. That gaze, you realized, was one of scrutiny - what wine, pray tell, would go best with your flesh...

L O V E;;

Who needs it anyways? It just seems to cause a whole lot of trouble...

D E S I R E S + D E T E S T S;;

The Sea
Captain Barbossa
Butterscotch Candies
Gunther
Winning
Violence
Being Right
Sweets
Kilda
Jokes
Salt
Adventure

Spiced Rum
Stupidity
Weakness
Tears
Cowardice
Lem
Zen
Clumsiness
LEM
Losing
Being Punished
Failing

M I N I A T U R E S;;

I guess you can take one home if you really, really want to. Only yours, though!
Customs are CLOSED, you can Neomail me here.

Fafrotskies
Ooooh, glowy.

Barbossa
*straightens hat and grins*

Kilda
Don't worry momma, I'd be sad too if I had to live with Lem.

Lemiryx
You're okay...sometimes.

Haiti
I'm seeing double! *rubs eyes*

Ringorein
Smells like perfume.

Paige
Looks like he's been through a lot...

Meri Dino
*eyebrow raise*