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[Not Accepting]

Jhin had always hated the ocean, it had been that way since he was a young boy. His hatred for the ocean grew as it stole away more things from him, whether they be simple material goods or emotional bonds that could never be returned.

His hatred had brought him back to the coastline of his jagged home, where he sat like a child; digging in the wet send furiously, as if he was in search of something that simply did not exist.

After an hour or so of senseless and fruitless digging, the man hopped to his feet and kicked a large pile of sand into the ocean. He pulled his notorious, sluggish pistol and fired a shot into the vast sea, as if he was cursing the water through actions, and not through voice.

His anger faded and he soon composed himself, or at least made an attempt. He had taken his signature mask off to try and get some fresh air, something he typically avoided, but the day was bright and the air was unusually clean. Typically, he thought, the sea poisoned the air.

| modern verse |

She hated the sun, hated the beach, and every single grain of sand on the godforsaken planet to no end, and she was more than sure Nami of all people knew that.

The frown on Evaine’s face only seemed to dig itself deeper across her fair features, fingers furiously tapping on her screen as she texted Elise with burning contempt. How she got dragged into wearing her swimsuit and wearing one of those oversized sunhats was beyond her at this point, especially when Nami was the one in the driver’s seat. Why did she let the fish-loving girl drive!?

Setting aside her phone, Evaine crossed her arms, turning to face Nami as she wondered what she had scheduled for the both of them today. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed deeply.

“So let me get this straight, you were the one that called my boss and asked him to give me a day off? “ 

“Happy Valentines Day!~”

/* @ladyoftides made a song request /**/

The song from the bardess sailed across the wind. Usually, her shanties brought enough happiness to the crew that they let her sail to and from Bilgewater for free. So that’s what she did. 

Her fiddle wasn’t the best choice for the seas however, so she sang the tunes on a small squeezebox as the ship pushed it’s way through the water. She watched the waves, staring into the deep blue water for a glimpse at marine life. 

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