[oiiii... sorry for the, errr.. 'awayness' i've been -grumbles- grounded.. rarr rarr.. BUT i'm back in business! o.o, ahoy! ALSO!! NEXT Tues. PotC comes out! wahh! -cough- ahem..]

UNE VIE DE PIRATES POUR MOI // Drunk, and unaware of her surroundings, Chanel made her way across the massive sand dunes, mudd and thickly smothered sea air.. Poor, poor girl. Just as all seemed to fly into focus and make sense, she stumbled into a large rock therefore, tumbling harshly down another massive sand dune and washing away into the caribbean sea. "--'ELP!, 'ELP!" Wow, who would, 'ave guessed she'd be the panicky, damsel in distress type? Eh.. She was actually sitting in a foot of water. Bless her soul.. (;) Her arms flailed and her legs aswell. Quite a racket the pretty lass seemed to stir up.. She was fighting to be heard over the crashing waves, but she could be seen by the trio, [as there, be a clearing.. ^.-] Her hat was tossed out alittle ways, so it would have been impossible [for Chan-Chan ofcourse.] to retrieve it. Her golden locks were tossed, unruly and sprinkled with the salty water, yet she still mantained to stay queerly(sp?) attractive. Minus the slurring of words, and rum intoxicated brain. Still, her arms and feet had not been at rest, neither her barely audible voice. "--DAMN-EAT! 'ELP! JE NE PEUX PAS NAGER!" Poor girl, she could not swim yet was dubbed a high or (small) humble pirate of the sea? She had noted that her head was well above sea level but, in ways she felt she be drowing, just by the claustrophobic ways she posessed. Pitiful, really.