Tagalong (Agent Alaska and shadow9119)

[AgentAlaska(Bagel)]

A while later, Finnur was sitting at the wheel, reading over his job description, when a small, angry-looking bird descended onto the wheel. It moved the wheel just a little bit before Finnur snatched its feet out from under it and wrung its neck. A pelican, its throat would make for a good, strong satchel. He plucked the feathers, one by one, and started up the heater. It was a good thing to have on a boat on long trips, the small, black stove that he called the heater, to cook whatever he caught or whatever tried to catch him. He tore the limbs from the bird, gutted it, and placed all but the guts into the heater to cook. A little while later, he pulled the bird out, and called down to Lilah, "There's bird up here if you're hungry." He would let her eat first.

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ;Lilah
ᴀɢᴇ; 8
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Female
ᴍooᴅ; Excited, yet nervous
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs; Leaving with Finnur

L i l a h
She heard her name called, and looked up from her book. Hopping down from the bed, she put her journal down, walked across the room, and padded up the stairs. Something smelled good, a smell similar to chicken, and it made her mouth water. It confused her though that Finnur had only used the word 'bird'.
"Define 'bird'." she asked him, walking over to where he was preparing the food.

[AgentAlaska(Bagel)]

Finnur glanced up at her, "It's bird. Fresh bird." What was this girl's issue? She wanted to be a writer, did she not? In order to write stories you need to experience things. If you write a story from creativity alone, then what is it? What does it have to relate to, what can the author do to assure that each reader sees the same as he or she does? But then again, this was a young girl, she could just be being cautious, and that was something Finnur could understand.
"It's pelican. Safe to eat." he mumbled, staring out over the water.

(( Sorry ;A; I have internet at home now so I should be able to reply constantly now xD ))