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As the two passed through the portal from the Demonic Realm into the Realm of water, the warm, soft sand immediately embraced her feet, every single heated grain from the high sun licking her feet. It was a pleasant feeling, which caused the woman to close her eyes. Her toes moved within her open-toed, wooden shoes, and her eyes slowly closed. It was colder in the Demonic Realm because they were within a shaded wood, but the warm sand... It was such a nice change. A low sigh escaped her lips in relaxation, though her eyes cracked open at the sound of Magomi's voice, which caused her to look down at the girl and smile. That same smile would have been kind and gentle, but now the sword in her possession, the air about Ophelia seemed to change dramatically.

Where now she asked? Ophelia simply looked at the girl before turning to look at the vast amount of water before her. She blinked and stepped forward towards the water's edge. The water lapping up onto the small amount of land reached her toes, and in comparison to the soft, warm sand, the cold fluid which flooded her open shoes caused a shiver to travel up her spine, though she made no gestures to show the chill, and she simply closed her eyes once again.

"Whatever shall we do?" She questioned aloud to the open air. She took in a deep breath then once again, allowed her eyes to slide open. Her head was tilted back, her gaze was blankly upon the clear azure sky overhead, though it shifted to the vast amount of dark water before her. Ophelia blinked, then tilted her head as a rather large shape caught her eye just down the shore. What was it...? A ship? Smiling to herself, the woman turned to the girl next to her, a side-kick if you will, and the smile remained on her face, though it seemed almost wicked. Children enjoyed adventures right? And pirates? Well, what if that ship contained pirates? Kneeling to a height that was closer to the demon child's, Ophelia set her hand gently upon her shoulder, then stretched her remaining arm outwards towards the large object down the short coastline. Her index finger stretched from her fist to reveal a long, elegant ivory finger, and she spoke lowly in what one would call a seductive voice. It was not directed towards the child, obviously, but such a tone seemed to come naturally with a sadistic nature, in which was implemented by the sword.

"Running or hunting? You decide, Magomi." She said slowly with a grin. "I wonder what could be on that pirate ship over there..." She said slowly, her mouth forming each word carefully in a persuasive nature. She sort of doubted that the ship was one owned by a few thieves of the sea, though she did not know, not to mention it may have held some appeal to the girl.

"Shall we go see?"

The small demon child followed the hand that pointed out at the ship with curiosity. She smiled. It was an odd ship and it looked interesting. She smiled. “Hunting please” she said in almost a breathless way. She was obviously enthralled with the idea. But it was also now obvious probably to others more than it was to herself that she was wrapped around Ophelia’s finger and would most likely do whatever her friend wanted.
The sun was warm on her back as she felt her own mussels tense in excitement for the run. It wasn’t that long of a distance but it might be interesting to see what those men were doing. If they were pirates who knew. But perhaps something fun would happen. Shifting in place like a cat ready to pounce she watched the ship for a moment. They were obviously arguing over something but what she didn’t know.
Magomi really wanted to run but she knew even better that running might scare the ‘prey’. Sometimes it was better to pretend to be something much more harmless than what she was to see what was going on.
So she started running forwards. But she made sure that she kept well within the speed limits for her age and height. She carefully calculated her steps so that her feet sank into the sand giving her that sense of childish awkwardness. Smiling she looked like a shy peaceful happy child. With her blond hair shimmering in the sun. smiling and giggling she called back to add to the effect. “Ophelia, come on!” she played the part perfectly.

The two men argued with each other for a few moments before before the captain seemed to give up and brushed the other man away, who went back to his work of telling the others to do their work. The captain, who was easily recognizable as the only one wearing an actual shirt, proceeded then to watch them as they approached until they got close enough to actually hear what the overseers were shouting to the men below clearly. "Hey you there!" the captain called, waving at Ophelia. "You two wouldn't happen to be headed to the capital city of Molindars, would you?!" he asked with an almost hopeful look on his face.

"Well I can't just let you two ride for free." the captain said with a small chuckle as he hopped off the edge of the boat and landed heavily in the sand below. The angel that they were standing to him before had made him look taller than usual, but even now that he was on their level he was still abnormally tall. "We don't make a living giving away freebies. But we will trade services." he said as he approached them. His eyes, which were a brilliant shade of blade, stared down at them as he crossed his hands over his navy colored shirt. "You two ever hear of the dread pirate Malange? Captain of the Pheonix?" the captain asked, looking between the two of them.

Ophelia merely stood by and watched the conversation take place between the two. It's not like she could tell Magomi what to do firstly, and secondly, she hadn't the slightest clue about what they were speaking about. However, when the captain began to speak referring to a man whom she had never heard of (mind you, Magomi seemed to know), Ophelia parted her lips to speak, though she refrained when Magomi began a rapid fire of words at the captain. Blinking, Ophelia looked at the man, then to the ship behind him, then referred to how he spoke of the so-called 'dread' pirate Malange. Exhaling softly, she moved in front of Magomi and knelt to her height and gently covered her hand over the girl's mouth before speaking in a rather dreadful tone that was almost depressing to listen to. She seemed sad, yet there was a hidden sadistic drip within her tone.

"Please sir, forgive my daughter's crude mouth." She began softly. "I've not heard of this said pirate, but we do need transportation. Sir, I beg of you, it's for my daughter's health." She said slowly, hoping Magomi would understand what she was trying to do, hoping that she would play along with her. After all, Magomi was quite young, and Ophelia could pass for being older than she looked. "Please, sir... I'll do anything in order for us to board your fair vessel." She pleaded, yet her words were smooth and carefully chosen in order to persuade the captain to let them aboard.

"Yes!" She announced immediately. Ophelia got to her feet and nodded hastily. She clasped her hands together for dramatic effect and pulled them against her chest while nodding. They would only have to defend the ship if it was under attack right? Not that it would matter, for Magomi was looking for adventure right? And by the sounds of it, Magomi really didn't like this guy... So if she could get her little paws on him, she'd probably tear him apart. That was definitely Magomi's fight, but Ophelia would obviously assist her just as she did with defeating Edmund's mirror image.

"We'll do that." She said with a nod while turning to look at Magomi. There was a sadistic smile spread across her face, but it was easily masked by the innocence she portrayed while speaking with this man. Hey, it was probably more fun for Magomi. She was young and probably liked doing different things, and this was something a little different. A little white lie didn't hurt anyone, and it wasn't like they would fall back on their promise... Or at least, Ophelia wouldn't, and she doubted Magomi would either.

The captain chuckled lightly as Ophelia quickly agreed and Magomi simply climbed on board. "Well, that takes a load off my mind. We may be sailors, but fighters we are not." he said, uncrossing his arms to offer his hand for Ophelia to shake. "My name it Warton, captain of this vessel: the Seahawk." he introduced as he shook Ophelia's hand before turning back to see that the boat was basically loaded and the men were simply tying up a few loose ends. "Well, best get aboard. Looks like we're 'bout to set sail." he said to Ophelia before climbing on board himself and setting about his own preperations to make sure one last time that the ship was ready to set sail.

Once the captain was done with that, and once he was sure Ophelia was safely on board, he gave the order to set sail. The men cried an affirmative as they unfurled the sails and pushed the boat off the beach with long poles. The vessel bobbed slightly as it become supported entirely by water and the sails billowed suddenly as they caught the air and began to propel the vessel forward. The air was cool, the sun was shining, and the wind was blowing where they were going. It was the perfect day for sailing. The men cheered as the boat began moving faster away from land and set about doing the various tasks required of them to keep it running smoothly.