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[Filtered to the Crew of the Redeemer]

[Peter - who looks a little younger and scruffier than his Barge counterpart, as in his hair's longer and his clothes are a little too big for him and definitely in need of a wash - clicks on the video feed and smiles sort of nervously, like a kid asking for permission to borrow his dad's car for the first time, and, really, that's not too too far off from what he's doing here.]

So, I know we've apparently got company on the other side of the island, but- [And again, he looks a little sheepish, because he really should be waiting for orders before saying something like this to everyone, but.] I thought maybe it might be a good idea to go scouting and see if there's anything we need on the island? Like food, or some more fresh water or something?

[He quickly tacks on another question.]

Unless someone needs me for something on board the ship? [See look, he's task oriented and stuff!

But no seriously, he just wants to get off the boat.]

[Spam for the Beach]

[Not long after making the message, Peter isn't sticking around to have anyone tell him otherwise and is scrambling off the boat and onto the beach. He's not really sure what he's planning on doing or what he hopes to find here - well, actually, he's definitely got some ideas, but even he's able to admit that some of them border on completely out of the question/way too fanciful, so there's that - but he really just wants to get out and about and stretch his legs a little.

When his feet hit the sand and he readjusts to being on dry land again, he casts about looking for anyone else who'd been ordered off the ship or just decided to appreciate the fact that they were somewhere other than the naval vessel and more or less out of each other's hair for the time being. He didn't see any sign of the pirates, which he figures is a good thing, and starts looking around for the people he's become friendly with in his time on board, namely Alex, because he was usually more or less friendly and didn't mind Peter hanging around as long as he was willing to help out when necessary, which he almost always was.]

[ooc: Peter is a fifteenish year old orphan turned cabin boy who really just does odd jobs on board and tries to keep busy/out of the way as much as possible. He doesn't hate being part of the navy, he's definitely a little enchanted by/actually believes in all those old folklore-y tales and kind of wants to find buried treasure. Because that would be cool.]

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And what were you planning to do if you come across pirates?

[ Please say kick some ass, she wants to so bad. ]

[ ooc: Here, Peter, have a navigator who also happens to be pretty handy with a pistol. Of which she generally carries two. Generally known as a bit of a carouser, occasionally makes stupid mistakes when there isn't much going on but is really good in a tough situation. ]

[If Peter was capable of kicking ass, he would be right there with you. B(]

I didn't mean I'd be going alone.

Then add me to the party, nugget, because not only do I really want some fresh fruit but I am also happy to defend against hordes of corsairs.

You out on the beach?

Yeah.

[Don't yell at him for not waiting for permission. :v]

[ she gives not a single shit about waiting for permission. Beach ho! c:

So guess who's dropping out of a porthole and there's frakking land under her feet this is really excellent. She shades her eyes and glances around for him, and if she doesn't see him immediately, heads for the treeline. ]

[Well, that is a relief, he really didn't want to be dragged back on board to swab the deck for the four hundredth time this week. He understood the point/value of doing the job, but that didn't make it any less boring.

He hasn't wandered too far and waves when he spots her.] There are a couple shells floating around, so there should at least be coconuts, I guess.

Coconuts. [ There's a broad, unaccustomed smile on her face, usually dominated by a sarcastic scowl. ]

All right, hustle, let's get out of here before someone notices we're missing.

[ Not that she's all that eager to get off the beach. It's beautiful. The kind of thing she dreamed about when she signed up for the Navy and got to see maybe once or twice this whole time. ]

[You don't have to tell Peter twice. He heads off for the jungle enthusiastically, even if running through sand isn't as easy as one might like it to be.]

Do you seriously think we're going to run into any of the pirates?

[ If one can briskly trudge through sand, that's definitely what Racetrack is doing. ]

We might. They're less disciplined. Probably off their ship already and trying to sack the jungle.

[ Pirates sack things, right? ]

[Alex is one of the first off board. His body aches a little, what with preparations for making landfall, but now that he's here he's jogging, not walking across the sand, towards the tree line.]

Probably. [Sounds about right to him, honestly. But then again, Peter's pretty firmly convinced that pirates basically just destroy everything they touch.]

Do you think there's any treasure buried around here?

[And once Peter catches sight of him, he is scampering along after him.]

Hey Alex, wait up!

[He's kind of like a puppy, but he doesn't pee on anything. Alex grins and slows to let him catch up.]

Escaped, did you?

Treasure? I wish.

No, there's never any real treasure. Pirates don't hide their treasure. They spend it.

[ She's pretty sure about this. ]

Are those coconuts, over there?

[ Stephanie watches the humans wandering across the beach from just barely above the waves. Peter is one of the smaller ones, and she follows him as he moves up the shore. Only the tip of her blonde head and her gray eyes are visible above the waves. ]

[Don't mind him, he just kind of fantasizes about stumbling upon some awesome loot sometime. B(

But the question about fresh fruit - nuts? what were coconuts, anyway? - gets his mind off that for a while and he peers off in the distance, squinting to try and get a better look.]

Looks like it. How many do you think we should take?

[That is an entirely accurate analogy. He grins sort of sheepishly at the question and matches Alex's pace once he catches up, looking a little playfully indignant at the question.]

I asked permission first! [Sort of. :V]

[He still definitely has a sense that he's being watched, though, which is a little unnerving, and he finally turns and tries to catch whatever it is by surprise.

... Or maybe not.]

Hello?

[ She giggles, which lets out a little pop of bubbles before she pulls her head down under the waves. He looks a little freaked. Adorable. ]

First we figure out what they are, then how much we should take.

[ She gives him an appraising look. ]

How are you at climbing trees?

Pretty good?

[Although from the look on his face, whether that's him trying to sound confident versus actually having any faith in being able to accomplish that is sort of up in the air.]

[Probably freaked, or maybe just curious, but more likely a little of both. Peter keeps eying the waves for a while, because he was sure he saw something before continuing to walk down the beach.]

[ She waits until he turns around, then splashes her head back up over the waves. ]

What, that's it? You're no fun at all! I thought humans were more superstitious than that.

[ She stops and crosses her arms, Full Of Doubt. ]

Okay, let's see it, then.

Did you really.

[He super doesn't believe you. But oh well!]

Where are you off to?

Um, okay. [Peter is now Full of Regret.

That said, he approaches the tree, thinks about it for a long moment, and starts climbing up. He's definitely not the most confident climber, and there is definitely one borderline catastrophic slip, but he does manage to get to the top of the tree. So there. B)] How's that?

No where in particular, I'm just excited to finally be off the ship.

[Fresh air and not having to wake up to people's smelly feet in your face from the hammock above you = fantastic, ok ok.]

What about you?

[This time, Peter startles and turns around to stare at her with wide, wide eyes, because holy Poseidon.]

You can talk?

[ And just like that, the grin is back. She settles her chin on her hands and her elbows on the sand, her tail waving in the air. ]

Oh, sweetie, I can do more than just talk. I could sing if you like.

Wandering. There's probably a lot to see here.

[aka ADVENTURE!!]

That would- [Wait.]

You're not one of those mermaids who's going to enchant me and try to drown me when she sings, are you?

Probably. [Someone already has fantasies about finding buried treasure and everything.

Which, actually, speaking of which.]

Did you hear about the pirates?

I did.

[He grins.]

Is that what you'd like to see?

Oh no, of course not! [ She waves off his concern like it's nothing. ] I mean, I could, if that's what you're into. But I'd been hoping I could keep one of you.

Frak - watch out! [ She does not want to bring the cabin boy back with broken ankles or something, okay, that would not be good. She'd end up scrubbing the deck. ]

...I think you have a gift.

Well, you can't keep me. My aunt would miss me.

I mean, maybe. It could be dangerous.

[He doesn't sound all that bothered by the prospect, though.]

Do you think there's any treasure on the island? Or their ship? I mean, hypothetically.

I don't usually climb palm trees, but there was a pretty nice tree outside my aunt's house...

[He tries to secure himself to start actually retrieving the fruit, which is slightly more difficult and he definitely looks a little precariously balanced, but he manages.] Do you want me to just toss them down? I don't want to hit you by accident.

Are you sure? [ She pouts, an exaggerated and somewhat playful expression. ] You're not a nuisance to her? She wouldn't be happier if you were gone?

You climb like a monkey or a spider or something.

[ She holds up her hands to catch. ]

Go ahead, hit me, I can take it.

Hypothetically, there are a lot.

Hypothetically - want to go see?

If you're sure.

[He's still careful when he starts tossing them down, waiting to make sure she can watch him do it before dropping one. He doesn't want to have to explain why their navigator's been concussed any more than she wants to explain a cabin boy with broken ankles.]

Obviously.

[Well, part of him kind of didn't, because what if it was horrible and they got in over their heads, but. Most of him was totally on board for this.

He picks up the pace, eager and enthusiastic.]

So, where do you think they'd be? Do you think they've got any treasure hidden here? Pirates do do that, right?

Of course she wouldn't. [:C]

Don't know. Should be easy enough to find 'em, they've got a whole great ship just like we do.

And if there's not treasure I might cry.

Well, maybe if she thought you died an honorable death. Your ships crashed in the middle of a horrible and heroic battle!

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