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"Sounds like droopy boobies to me. Nuh-uh. Let's go fer the siren chicks. What are those, like-- mermaids, right? Yeah, mermaids sounds hot. I mean, fun. It sounds fun." Bree giggles wildly at Howi- er, Captain Fuzzy Beard, choice of words. She holds on the the convenient railing as he turns the ship and the force nearly knocks her down. She quirks a half smile and steadies herself once more. "They are kinda like mermaids," Bree answered, though she herself was hardly a novice on mythology. She knew plenty about other mythological monsters, like Kelpies or Centaurs. As Howie starts singing she marvels at his deep voice, like a living breathing man. Its a voice she would never imagine a teddy bear to have yet here Howie is with it.

Bree dances with Howie, twirling and whirling until yhe shapes also become distinct to her. "Are we reaching land already? Yo, Kid Craft, get your eyeglass out and tell me what's coming! The Claw's a sturdy broad but she can't handle a booty bumpin' with any rocks." Bree nods and brings out her golden eyeglass. She looks through the small end towards the rocks. That's when she hears the singing, and the jingling fairy-like laughter. The rocks come into focus and perched atop them are woman.

Their fins glisten with every color, scales traveling up to their breasts to cover them modestly. And their faces, young and vibrant. Bree scrunches her eyebrows close together, it looked as if someone else was there too, a man perhaps by his physique. "Captain! I see the Sirens, and it looks like something else is with them."