There was one place -- a pebble nestled in a riverbed of stones -- that she could always find the captain. He, himself, had shown it to her and to her knowledge no one else knew of it (well Scupper'd might). It wasn't exactly what one might consider beautiful. However the fact no one would consider it a lovely spot meant it was private and tranquil. There were times she thought he had taken it as his own because in so many ways it was a mirror of him -- what he thought he was. It wasn't although she might be the only one to see or believe that. Honestly what he needed was to be able to trust and the list of canindates was bare. She had always believed that her name would be on the list but the closer she came to where she knew to find him... This very well might change that. (She wished for a moment that she had not turned a blind eye and deaf ears towards his lessons with Rosebud; she wanted very much to curse but she hadn't wanted to know the words -- it defeated the purpose of the younger girl having her own "secret language" to avoid reprimand if the fairies could ask her what the words meant.)

It was rather fitting that her mind was a jumbled mess when at last she came to thick trunks that served as a barrier. A flood had felled the trees in this area and it would take years to recover what had been swept away. The entire area was quite out of the way and what might have been an Oasis wide disaster had been contained. It had likely affected someone... (or at least four). With a shake of her head, she began to travese the mess of branches -- around and under and over; it took her far longer than it ever had before and she was sure there had to be an easier way. It was not the first time she had regreted never learning to fly. Not that she could worry about it now. Perhaps that curse had been on timing... Eventually she dropped down on the other side and had she not been able to see or smell it, the squelch of mud would have been a cue.

The area was devoid of trees and foliage; all that remained was a graveyard of splintered trunks. The ground once long ago thick with soil for growing had been swept away time and time again until naught remained but a layer of clay. There was a pond with water that shone green -- stagnant filth that only appeared blue when the sky was reflected in it's surface. The back end was cradled by the slender rise of a rock formation. A trickle of a stream often fell from the rockface when the rains had soaked the uplands. She herself had caught sight of the glimmer of it one bright day and pointed it out to him; a testament that even in a land stripped there was still beauty to be found. The rushing clear water over algae slick rocks that been like shimmering diamonds had caught his eye and she'd been glad that he had such an eye for treasure -- the kind that was not cursed, though, pieces of that had been homed here as well. It was rather hard to tell what might be here and even if one wanted to risk the foul water they would have to traipse through the mess of algae and foam that pervaded the edge. All in all, it was rather far from hospitable.

A time ago the smell would have been a slap in the face. Circumstances what they were it was only one more thing that was unpleasant. At least it didn't make her stomach twist. She really wanted to get through this without being sick. And yet she already had a feeling it wasn't going to be as simple as telling him. The air was thick with tension. It was impossible he knew yet and there had been nothing even remotely strained between them. If anything things had almost been too good... She reigned her thoughts back and took a step forward. "Jack?"