#seadogs

“What the fuck are ya doin’,”

“Would ya believe me if I said it’s nae what it looks like?”

“It looks like ya froze a bottle of whiskey in a block of ice and are tryin’ to blow it up,”

“Nae that's fair, that’s exactly what I’m doin’,” Adain held the block of ice in one hand, match in the other. Her tail swished excitedly with the rocking of the ship.

“And why are ya doin’ this?” Liberty slouched against the door frame, raising an eyebrow at the stupid stupid woman she was unfortunately in love with.

“Because I thought’d be cool!” A flash of teeth with her equally disarming and shit eating grin, “Since when do ya nae think explosions are cool? Plus the ice’ll make it safe!”

“The ice’ll turn it into fuckin’ shrapnel! do ya want to sink the Molly? Where’s Miri anyways?” Liberty lifted a cigarette to her lips, breathing in deeply and exhaling through her nostrils.

“Oh she’s fetchin’ the rest of the crew, she told me to wait till they were assembled,” There was that stupid fucking smile again, “Arent’cha just a wee bit curious whats gonna happen? c’mon Libby it’ll be so cool.”

Another long draw of her cigarette. She was a bit interested to be honest, it had been so long at sea with nothing happening, it was starting to get boring.

“Fine,” she sighed, “But’cha gotta bring it up above deck, it’ll look cooler now that the suns down.”