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Where's their ship?
Imagine it now. This lone pirate gliding their large ship across the big blue sea. She searches for a place to stop and settle. Swann then finally arrives on a small island in search for extra supplies.
She'd set a plank against the ship to reach to the sand. Then making her way down to the empty island by herself she begins her search for fruits within the thick foliage of trees. In the meantime in a tree nearby sets another lambi, looking agile and ready to attack Swann for appearing on their island but switches to a different plan. With a laugh and giggle they set off to the pirates ship and climbs up onto it and knocking down the only way up.
Swann with her folded yet sharp ears caught the sound of trotting and a thud. When she whirled around and peered to the shore, she made out another lambi figure on the ship! The mysterious lambi had taken over of the ship and was already steering the helm! She darted as fast as she could, swerving around trees and leaping over a bush into the sand to reach her ship, sword and rope even at the ready as she trotted through the shallows, but the clever ship stealer dropped a sand bag that gave a large splash and enough distraction for them to tend back to the wheel. When Swann had cleared her face of sand, her ship was already sailing off as the wind took its sails. . . and into the distance. . .
Swann threw down her hat "Arrrgh! Curse that son of a biscuit eater" her nose gave a twitch and a sniffle for her beloved ship. How would she ever get it back? The one she had gotten from her father? Well uhm, more like stole. But thats a story for another day. As she paced the island wondering what to do next she stumbled upon shelter. Lucky for her the mysterious lambi had a sheltered cave near the back of the island! She would rest here, planning to stay until a new plan bloomed.
Now to the mysterious Lambis perspective. They laughed and cackled, turning their head to see the island shrink as they sailed on. Taking The Blue Pearl all to them. . . Maybe they will go back to that island someday. Yes. Someday. . .


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everyone thought Lotan betrayed them when the ship sailed into the sunset and Evren was stranded in the middle of the sea. but the question remains, who was Lotan when he twisted that wheel, swung the ship around and liften the sail?
was he the one that they thought that he was, or was that a siren, stealing his face?
the sirens were singing, all the way through to dawn...
they lured him, like a fish on a line, their music the bait and his body the trap.
nobody heard them, he was always up late: they borrowed his body, then threw him away.
the tide carried that sailer, like a drown-dead young fisherboy, brought him to shore in a series of caves.
trapped there he waited, wishing and wailing for someone to save him.
but everyone knew what siren's did, and it pained him to think of Evren herself:
trapped by a siren, forced without reason, unable to control, stranded- stranded-
so he thought of his ship, his pride and joy: build solely of rose-wood, a polished red-brown, with a towering mast and a dragon figurehead at the prow. a billowing storm-cloud for a sail, a galley packed with provisions and a place of honour for their prize - the golden clock, the relic of time - it would sit, in a beautiful room, in a rose-wood box with plush velvet insides.
but that ship would be smashed, for siren's never did care for fine, hard work and a polished piece:
they wanted only the fear, to drink it and eat it, to nourish and thrive - at the cost of his happiness.






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