Re: The Deck, toward the Bridge
The woman nearly laughed, catching the sound before it completely escaped her and catching her cigarette before it tumbled from her red mouth. She had watched him watch her, not shying from his wary gaze, her tattoos fluttering alive as they watched him too. Now the was closer, she held her cigarette down by her side. Look how polite.
The sniff at her skin made her straighten up, her tattoo at attention too, the mermaid moving between rocks to get a closer look. The woman's attention divided and a slight frown pulled at the bright bow of her mouth as her skin tingled, nearly itched, as the tattoos strained farther from their origin and toward the new curiousity.
"In a land far, far away," she replied cheekily. That was more English than she was expecting from him. She flicked her cigarette and let more ash drop to the deck. Her gaze slid from him to behind him, and then around, searching for something until she leveled her gaze with him again. "No Jane, Tarzan?"