Danica glances back, the corner of her mouth curling up a little at the shenanigans behind her. "Petra got a lock on them three quarters of a mile up the coast. It's what's left of an abandoned shipyard and my guess is, they're using the few floaters that are left. Chances are they've been picking off scrap hunters coming downcoast for the metal and fiberglass."
Jen pouts hugely but moves off Donald's lap, and instead shoves the cat aside and starts rummaging in the bottom of the backpack. "Okay, I think I have some bungee cord to tie you in with...."
Grey sighs. "Calm down, dear, you're doing it again."
Jen blinks and tilts her head as they rush along into the open sea. "...doing what?"
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Date: 2014-09-05 06:06 am (UTC)Jen pouts hugely but moves off Donald's lap, and instead shoves the cat aside and starts rummaging in the bottom of the backpack. "Okay, I think I have some bungee cord to tie you in with...."
Grey sighs. "Calm down, dear, you're doing it again."
Jen blinks and tilts her head as they rush along into the open sea. "...doing what?"