[When the water disappears as quickly as it arrives, Isabela finds herself somewhat 'swept up' and ends up out on the beach. Which... well, that's just as well. She can't help but scoff, though.]
If only I really did have my ship. [Wiping sand and seaweed off of herself as she gets to her feet, sighing out irritably. Of course this bullshit continues. It's a little tiresome in how boring it really is.]
[Still, hey, new things to explore. So she'll poke around and pretend she isn't poking around. When she finally makes her way back to the housing area, she's frankly a little horrified. Oh Maker. What happened.]