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Katla sat down at her usual small table in the canteen, she closed her eyes for a moment, happy to be out of the elements for a little while. While she didn’t mind being on the island for a while, she knew that if she weren’t able to travel out a little ways in order to fish, she would have gone stir crazy by now. Like most of the other pirates, it had been a long time since she’d been in one place for so long. 

Fiona used her hand to shade her eyes as she took in her bright, sunny surroundings. She didn’t know where she’d expected to be taken after being kidnapped, but whatever she was imagining was certainly nothing like the tropical island where she found herself now. She felt panic and anger bubble up in the pit of her stomach, but she did her best to shove it down, now was not a time that she could afford to act rashly. The first thing she needed to do was find out if her sister was here, and if she was okay. Or at least, as okay as one could possibly be when you were being held hostage. She looked out at the docks and regretted that she hadn’t taken up sailing when she’d had the chance.

                                                                         Leo Talks 🖛 

There was nothing Arielle hated about summer. Well maybe mosquitoes, but that was it. It was one of her favorite seasons along with spring so to say that the Belgian princess was enjoying it, was something obvious. You could see it on her sight, the glow that emanated from the feeling of the weather on her skin, the endless nights she’d sit on the beach to enjoy the summer breeze. Yes it was one of her favorite seasons. And the party...she was lately enjoying the events the Tulach threw to get relaxed and to bond. That was why she was standing on a corner, glass in hand and looking around, enjoying the view. 

Gwen wandered along the beach, trying to take in everything around her. It felt good to be on solid ground again, the waves had been choppy and she had been more than a little bit seasick on the boat ride here. She was exhausted, but the nervousness of being in this unfamiliar place, not knowing what was waiting for her here kept her mind on high alert. Everything that was happening seemed to be happening all at once and Gwen felt like she might get lost underneath the wave of emotions all vying to spill out of her. She was tempted to cry, but she was determined to hold herself together until she could at least be in private. She knew she was supposed to be going to somewhere called the Main House, but she had lost sight of the pathway. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Gwen plopped down into the sand, unsure of what to do next.

The sound of his boots scuffing against the planks of the dock at the edge of the island was one that brought Alec Tulach equal parts comfort and misery— being on the sea was in his blood but he had avoided joining his family long enough and he could admit that he missed them far more than he might tell them ( far more than he’d tell Emerson, at any rate, because she’d never let him hear the end of it ). He nodded briefly to one of the mates unloading the cargo they’d brought along with them before he whistled sharply and smiled when his dog Penelope trotted up to settle at his feet-- her tail wagging eagerly when he reached down to give her an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “Home sweet home, eh, my girl?” Alec murmured, the rolling burr of his accent thick and present for the first time in months. It felt comfortable, at least, not to disguise the parts of himself that came the most naturally.