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Pele Age: 241 Female Height: 5' exactly Weight: 105 Brown Eyes Likes: Caramels, Bastian, Bastian's pants, sugar, singing with the radio, dancing, boating, sailing, swimming, hula, pirates, ninjas, bright colors, food. Dislikes: being contradicted, being told she can't do something, limits of any kind, having to sleep, when her friends are sad. |
Pele dangled by her knees from the boom. There was no wind at all, and there hadn’t been for almost a week. The crew of the Mad Molly was going, in so many words, crazy. The sails hung limp from the masts, as though depressed. Captain Andrews tried to keep them busy, but it seemed that everything that had ever needed a repair had already been repaired, twice. The decks were shining.
Thankfully the food and drink supplies were well stocked still and there was no real danger of starvation or thirst. And so there was free time, and Pele was dangling by her knees from the boom. She dangled her fingers down and tried to see if she could brush them over the deck. It was a ridiculous and futile effort since the boom was a good seven feet above the deck, but she was undaunted by this obstacle."Doesn’t that cause all the blood to rush to your head, Keahi?"Pele blinked down at the upside figure who was walking in her direction. She smiled crookedly. "Makes it so I can think better, more blood circulating y’see?"
Bastian turned so that his head was upside down and looked at her. "I think you’re a few cards short of a deck there, kid."
Pele laughed and reached forward and grabbed Bastian’s ears. "I think you’re just jealous cause I thought of it first."