The sodden french woman found herself being hauled up again by the ebony beauty. Anamaria. Where would she be without her? Ehheh. Chanel found her footing, but realized she was being dragged around to one of the two longboats, which bobbled side to side, amongst the caribbean sea. First a luggage bag, and now a ragdoll. What would be next, for poor 'wittle' Chanel. But it was best she be sitting rather than standing. She still hadnt noticed the thin fabric draped around her frame.. Because she was still wrapped up in the agonizing pain, the loss of her hat brought to her. Again Chanel rested her sapphire rondures, as Anamaria accompanied her into the wobbly longboat. The frenchie opened her eyes for a quick moment, catching a stray ray from the dim sun. As she did so, she noticed another figure amongst the docks. Calling for Jack, was he? Aye. Was he one of Jack's crew-mates? Perhaps. But Chanel quickly returned to her place of closure, as Anamaria whipped the ores back and forth through the water. She would have helped, but it seemed like the other across from her, was in a hurry.. and we all know Chanel would only slow her down. Her legs were dripping merry caribbean crystals, as was her golden locks. Soaked, limb-for-limb. Ah well, the warm breeze seemed to help a wee bit. Her face was bruised from the violent under-current, and her ankle? Well her ankle had a rash from the sea-weed. Poor girl. So accident prone. Heh,. Opening her eyes yet again, Chanel looked to Anamaria blankly. She had absolutely no expression. It was plain and boring.. "'Zank you." She felt so silly, every other minute she'd end up sprouting the same words to her. Thank-you.. You saved my life again. I barely know you, but thank-you. [;] Chanel wasnt quite sure where, she was rowing too, but she liked it all the same. Having feeling the sea air nip your face.. Ah it was a wonderful feeling. Floating on the ocean.. So grand. A pirates life for Chanel.