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❝Changing lifestyle is not that easy. In the middle of the conversation, wait, you're leaving already?❞

Akemi watched the scene above deck with amusement just under the surface. A Siren wanting to join a pirate ship because he didn't like the sea . . . It was interesting, to say the least. But there was no reason for her to linger. She was only the chef. Though she wouldn't deny her sharp-shooting proficiency. Pushing herself away from the cabin she had been leaning against, she made her way to the kitchen, yawning as she went. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night previous, a nightmare plaguing her subconscious. Raking a pale hand through her--mostly--blonde hair, she ruffled it with a sigh. The earring she had that was connected to her lip ring clinked softly as she walked. Soon enough, she arrived in her 'work space'. What should she cook today . . . ? Pondering that question, she tied her black and red apron on and rinsed her hands. Collecting water and ingredients for the kitchen was one of the tasks she performed as chef. Deciding on simple meat and potatoes, Akemi went to work. With the size of the ship, and the apparent new crew member, cooking was a big responsibility. It also took quite a long time. Sometimes, while her vegetables were simmering, she had to keep herself busy by eating a sucker or fussing with her earrings. It didn't really help. But it wasn't as if she had anyone to talk to. . . . Not that she wanted anyone to talk to . . .

(( I wasn't sure when this would be taking place, so I'm just assuming that there are suckers. ))

❝Hey, wait a second! You may come here tomorrow, too . . . I'll be waiting.❞

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Neith wove through the waves, her long hair trailing behind her as her powerful tail propelled her past a school of fish. She could smell the subtle scent of wet wood through the water, and swam in that direction, surprised to discover none other than a ship. Confusion buzzed though her mind, as ships rarely sailed this far in. She shook her head in befuddlement, before deciding to go investigate. She slipped into the form of a silver fish, scales shimmering in the sunlight as she neared the ship's side, inspecting the wood. She caught a glimpse of a net of some sort over her head, perhaps for fishing or scrounging for sunken treasure, but either way, she was snagged. It took only seconds before she was pulled on deck, her silvery scales dissolving to reveal a very confused mer-serpent, dark hair cloaking her top half as she struggled with the net.

(Here's a little bump to this I guess)

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