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The preserver was dropped as the fish was flopped into her arms, fumbling with it and watching Riley with a bit of confusion. Riley was very cheerful for someone who was just ejected from the ship; Junko wasn't complaining, she just found it strange. Was Riley okay? Did she ingest something? Was she high? Something? Anything?

...Maybe she could make sushi with this fish. Somehow. They were out of food but they still had things to prepare food with, right? Junko could only hope. The fish wriggled unhappily in her arms, gasping desperately the longer it was out of the water. Help! Help! Water! Waaaaaaaterrrrrrr! Whyyyyyy! Why cruel world?! Why!?

Junko's eyes never left Riley as the mindflayer walked away...to pose and just stare out into the distance?

"I think Riley's lost it." She felt a buzz in her obi and glanced down toward it. Oh, her phone! Who was texting her? She wanted to cheeeeeck!

That had been rather anti-climatic. There had been no need to worry after all, and all anyone had accomplished was to look like idiots as Riley proved to be perfectly capable of hauling herself back onto the boat. At least she was okay, or at least he thought she was okay...

A brow raised, the dragon took a step backward. What was she doing?

"Or she drank the salt water."

Drinking salt water was never a good idea, it was known to drive those who did so insane.

His gaze shifted skyward, trying to peer to the sky beyond the fog. Or maybe it was the fog and not the salt water, was it going to drive them all insane? Maybe he'd go bury himself in his book--*growl*...sigh, it's hard to concentrate when your stomach is growling.

Drank the salt water? That comment made Junko visibly pause, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow for a moment. That made no sense. How...but she...did Sheridan not see..? "How could Riley drink salt water without a mouth?" Logically it made no sense. She'd never seen Riley eat or drink, she didn't know how the ghoul did it with no mouth to speak of. Or with. The futakuchi-onna squeaked and looked up at Riley when she was suddenly behind them, hugging the fish as if it would bring her comfort. It had stopped wriggling...it was now dead. Poor fish, we knew thee well. You will make a fine sushi platter.

"S-swim? I'm okay with tha--noIdon'twanttotryit." Junko squeaked out as the hand was extended to her, looking honestly worried until she heard the laughter. Oh...okay. It was a joke. Haha! Okay. This was okay. She was fine with this. Man, it was hard to tell when she was joking sometimes. "A lift...? A lift where?"

That ghost ghoul...she was irritating Junko now. She hadn't been paying her much attention before, but now she could hear her every word with them all gathered in one spot on the deck. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pursed, staying quiet for now. Substandard cat demon? Deacon wasn't substandard, he was very nice to her. And why was she being so rude? She had looked so...pleased by Riley being thrown overboard! Chuppi deserved better than that. "Hey Chuppi! Would you like the blood from this fish, here?" She called to the little chupacabra, waving to get her attention visually. Junko just wanted to get her away from that rude ghoul. She liked to think she was nice and got along with anyone she could, but her...something about her was starting to get to Junko.

It didn't help that The Mistress was very angry and silently fuming over the fact that once again She was left motionless. Stupid lack of natural abilities. If it lasted much longer Her irritation would continue to seep into poor Junko.

She didn't notice Nukpana at first, not until she heard the 'HURK' and saw the boil leaning over the railing on the side of the boat. Oh dear, was he alright? She didn't get any time to check on him before an angry pelican landed on the railing as well. Uh...did...did it want her fish? But she needed it! Sheridan was hungry as well! Her gaze followed it to Nukpana and then back to the pelican.

Oh that was just nasty! Junko jumped back a step away from the pelican and its disgusting mess, looking ready to gag or worse. That was disgusting! And...oh Jack the smell! The fish was put aside so she could help clean the deck, keeping the end of her sleeve bunched and held over her mouth and nose to try and keep from smelling the stink. Ugh. Gross. Grossgrossgross.

When she finally had time she returned to her and Riley's room, flopping down on her bed with a small huff if exhaustion. Hmm..oh! She owed Seiji a text. She hoped it was Seiji, anyway. Digging her phone out of her obi she read the text she had missing, giggling and smiling. Good, he was okay.



Sending the text, Junko sat up and looked around. Ugh...she still wanted a shower. Riley was almost lucky to have been in the water! At least she got some relief. What to do now though? She'd go crazy staying in her room all day long, she just knew it.

"I ... HURK... I hate boats... I hate ... the ocean. Jack the ocean. Jack the salt, jack the waves, ja--"

The slew of self-pity would have continued, had there not been a distinct prickling of the hair at the back of his neck, and the distinct feeling of being watched. Nuk paused for a second in his seasick rant, staring out across the water as he half crouched over the edge of the wooden railing, before slowly, very slowly turning first his eyes, then his entire head towards the pelican which had landed beside him. Glowing amber eyes blinked slowly, clearly a little stupefied by the appearance of the sharp-toothed bird, (why gramma, what large teeth you have,) all the while the bird stared back, clearly undaunted by the skinwalker's presence. And for once, the skinwalker was not tempted to try to either a) catch it or b) chase it away. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't trust his stomach enough to make any sudden movements, thereby provoking it to try to empty itself again. More likely he was just confused as jack as to why the bird was giving him that look.

Finally, after a great breath of time had passed, Nuk lifted his head a little and craned himself forward with a scowl, still not letting go of his death-grip on the railing.

"What're you lookin at, chicken-neck?"

Upon which the pelican, clearly one for irony, promptly threw up on the deck beside him.

"... thanks a lot," he replied with a deeper scowl. Great, more work -- he was sure Red was gonna make THEM clean it up. Although to be honest, he could sympathize. Still, whether due to the excess Fear or the fact that he just didn't have anything else to puke up, Nuk did feel a little better, straightening up and making a face at the taste of his mouth.

"Uch, I could go for some sushi right now."

Surprisingly, Nuk hadn't considered the pelican as a viable source of food. No, somehow he'd gotten in his head that raw fish was the way to go in this instance, the vile taste of half digested, uncooked meat still lingering in his mouth a rather insistent inspiration to find more food. As such, once again he was half hanging off the edge of Red's boat, yet this time it was in an effort to get close enough to try to grab a fish. The boat was small, right? He'd be able to reach the water... and Riley had grabbed a fish while swimming back to the boat! He could certainly grab one from where he stood, right? He'd just pluck it right out of the water, the fish wouldn't even know what hit it. Then again... now that he thought about it... Hm, maybe Red would let HIM jump overboard. He could swim -- he could swim really well, actually. He just didn't like the whole tossing-and-turning motion that boats made. Much preferred swamps and swimming pools. Maybe if he promised to catch up and pull himself back onboard, Red would let him.

He was just about to turn around to ask when he noticed Deacon go into 'kitty-stalk mode,' and suddenly his thoughts of jumping overboard were curbed for the time being. Trying not to smirk too broadly, the skinwalker watched in amusement as the cat demon crept forward slowly, that hungry predator look in his eye. It seemed, however, the pelican had seen it too, and decided to book it before it had kitty claws pouncing it into the wooden deck. Bursting out laughing at the growl that resulted, he turned a little to face his friend, elbow resting on the railing, the slap to his back sending him stumbling forward a bit, to which he replied with a quick spin, still grinning.

"S'ok, at least my hunting skills are better than yours," he returned, smirking broadly, shrugging in a prideful manner.