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>Get to the bridge, sneakily if possible, and use Unity to convince the captain, or at least the bridge crew that "we should really get to port until this blows over. Someplace big."
<span class="mu-s">T</span>he many lights from the TV bounce on Emma’s face as it wears a nameless expression. The world she grew up in had always been about taking from someone else; like Lucinda Newhorn, she had always known. Unlike Lucinda, though, as the Magical Girl of Unity patiently stands from the chair, as she fails to find the remote two times before turning off the TV, as she checks twice before leaving because she thought she saw Angel from the corner of her eye, Emma Imeredala finds herself perfectly willing to be a predator
desiring it, even.
The Harmony of the Seas is gigantic; it’s almost as if it was meant as the last floating city of mankind. There’s luxury in details at every corner and conveniences that could turn men into slugs. Yet what little she remembers of the hallways, as she was speeding through them while chasing, is not enough to deem any different from each other; they all look as fancy. A tempting thought, to just stay in paradise and hope things work themselves out- but it won’t be paradise if she’s alone, and it won’t be easy to hope if anxiety is gnawing at her heart.
▲ Emma: Weird Eyes is going after Clara.
The premonition was blurted out without input, and just as easily left to the wind. It just fits. Going round and round around the cruiser, hiding from the occasional shirtless, impossibly ripped sailor bending over to pick up trash gets harder by the minute because her mind tries to escape back into Emma’s dreamworld. But that won’t do. Not now. There’s not enough there to pass the winter. Yet despite the effort, despite closing the door to her mind and leaving herself out to the big, messy world, the Magical Girl remains fully focused when she finds the cruiser's bridge- even when the man is staring, quizzically, right at her face.
Captain: -Ma-maaaadas, wey, que quien se colo a su hija o que?
The Captain looks elderly and wise, sporting shamelessly long white hair and an imposing beard, much like a wizard of one of those epic fables. He's almost alone. Along him is another, a very normal man as confused as he is, who Emma dares to assume is his right hand. The two gentlemen speak in English, so Emma picks up bits and pieces of what they say.
Vice-captain: Que si estas PENDEJO wey, que donde viste un pinche helicoptero o avion o que? O que wey?
Captain: PUES NO SE VINO NADANDO JOTO
Vice-captain: PUES NO CABRON
Apparently, they are saying that she can’t swim… maybe because of how skinny she is? Emma knows that’s not the case at all, of course, because it would be absurd for them to be focusing on such a thing right now- and yet she still feels a tiny bit insecure.
