[The ship breaks the water's surface again, and Allison gasps for a breath as she pulls herself back onto the deck. It's more of a subconscious reaction than anything, given that this ship capsizing should have had her underwater but before she can think about it too long, her eyes spin over the details.
Full, hearty humans rather than skeletons. A ship sinking in a storm of blood. And Wrath, his clothes getting splattered red by the storm, but she can't dwell too much on that. It suits him all the same.]
We don't have a lot of time.
[Probably only until the ship sinks (again) and they're returned back to where they were. She nods up towards the cabins.]
the headless dancer | wrath
Full, hearty humans rather than skeletons. A ship sinking in a storm of blood. And Wrath, his clothes getting splattered red by the storm, but she can't dwell too much on that. It suits him all the same.]
We don't have a lot of time.
[Probably only until the ship sinks (again) and they're returned back to where they were. She nods up towards the cabins.]
Check the rooms?
[The crew probably won't notice given everything else that's going on.]