Chanel stopped with the flicking and stroking of her hair, as she too was getting a few droplets apon her face. A deep blue eyes scanned the ground around her, and watched as the warm fabric slithered loosely across the sandy floor, back to its owner. Anamaria. Chanel pried her hat from the ground and drove it back to her crown. Glancing back over to the pretty pirate [almost enviously] Chanel began, "I don't 'zink I join.. 'ee already 'az a crew." Yet what other reason would lead up to an invite apon the Pearl? She was a girl of too many possible thoughts. Eh.. odd. Nay, Chanel be no whore. In fact she has alittle secret, that none would expect. Running her thoughts back through her mind swiftly she added, "Nev-urrmind, I join 'zee Pearl." Chanel threw Anamaria a rather arrogant grin. The 'frenchie' [;] rose to her dainty little feet, simultaneously to Anamaria and looked around quickly. Chanel finally grew out of the poor condition she was in a few minutes ago. Glancing over her shoulder she looked back at the duel Jack, and Chaylsie had previously adjourned. Yes perhaps it was time they made their way over to them. Her hat had been dipped alittle more, to hide the hot rays of sunlight, from penetrating her delicate skin. Just as Chanel had turned on her heel, she glanced back at the ocean, and could see her retched, but charming boots floating about the surface. Anamaria had already started her way across the sandy floor to the trio, but Chanel.. well Chanel stood, staring at her 'clonkers' afloat. She could do it, afterall it was just alittle bit further out than her lovely hat had been. Craning her head, she gave a brisk glance back at Anamaria, then returned it to the ocean platter. Frowning Chanel dipped her feet into the water, and began treading slowly into the holds of the current. Her arms were well above her head as she'd rather not get them wet..She looked so in-experienced [which was true] so dramatic, so idiotic. But what was that?! Within reach of her boots, Chanel screeched so loud, and childishly, it would give any; give or take, horrible nightmares. The crashing waves made it even harder for Chanel to slosh her way out, but she managed. Her cheeks tear-stained as she darted out of the water and across the massive sand dune, seperating her from the dangerous sea. Her lips were pursed, with a pouty expression, she glanced down at her ankle. Yet again Chanel allowed another loud screech escape her lips. It was green, it was leafy, it was slimey! "TABERNACK! OFF! OFF DAMN-EAT!" She shook her ankle around viciously before throwing her boots farther up the beach. Her dress was again revealing, but thankfully not as much as the last experience.. Dear dear girl, seaweed. That's what it was! The thick slimey leaf was wrapped around her ankle, squeezing the life out of her leg. [ahem, Chanel over-exagerates a teensy bit ;] Darting around like a chicken whose lost its head, Chanel tripped here and there, but was able to keep on foot. Such a panicky little girl, now wasnt she? Within a few minutes of running around, she bumped rather un-gracefully and with great force, into Sparrow. [supposedly knocking him down] Poor girl, all this fuss over seaweed!