[color=ed1c24][h1]Rowan D. Valinn[/h1][/color]
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Rowan looked to the shark faunus, who had just suggested perhaps the most absurd plan possible, given their circumstances. She responded with a smile of her own. “Aye aye, Cap’n! Maybe next time, he won’t bite off more than he could chew!”

Rowan adjusted her stance, strengthening her grip on the side of the Grimm. She took one last look below into the belly of the beast, and held out the box of Dust. “Ready when you are, Cap’n!” She added a salute, unsure of proper pirate etiquette. The whole pirate thing felt quite unfamiliar, and a little awkward, but it helped alleviate some of the tension currently welling up inside the pit of her stomach. Perhaps it was the silliness of it all that gave her a small amount of comfort.

[@Turboshitter]