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[After looking around to ascertain that he is, in fact, on Isla Empieza again, Dave finds a wall to lean against while talking into his journal. He doesn't have his red pen, so you're all going to have to put up with the sound of his voice.]

Damn, I'm feeling nostalgic all of a sudden. I guess sometimes you never know how much you miss something until it's gone. It doesn't look much different than it did before. I wonder what happened while I was away. Did people form new crews and get into fights? Did the weather act up and did weird shit happen? Did Davy Jones fuck with people like he always does? I bet he fucking did.

Hey Grell, are you out there? I hope you are. I hope Dirk and mini-me came back too, but I doubt that happened. Just my luck, shit never works out the way I want it to.

Thash, you still around? Been awhile since we talked, bro.

To everyone else; sup. Gimme a holla.

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[She grins brightly at his anger. Ah, he's all riled up! It's quite a turn on!]

His head is at the front. I very much doubt he'll be back.

[There is a shrug at his question.] My sight has gotten far better than at the beginning. It won't be long before I have full sight again.

Damn, you beat me to it.

[Probably just as well. Dave never would have been brutal enough to decapitate someone and hang their head on the prow as a trophy. He sure admires her malevolence though.]

You could have just said that from the beginning instead of making me worry.

[Grell is very vicious, and she makes no qualms about it.

Her arms wrap about his waist, realizing that her new form makes for a bit less room between them, but she'll make do. A kiss goes to the side of his lips.]

You didn't ask. Your finger was already at the trigger, and who am I stop stop you from being chivalrous?

[Tilts her head a bit, trying to appear coy.]

Does this mean you won't spoil me~?

[Dave wraps one arm around Grell's back, slides the other under her butt, and lifts her into his arms. He notices that she has a bit more... padding than usual, but he isn't going to make assumptions. Who needs space between them anyway? Space between them is bad.]

Nah. I'm gonna spoil you so fuckin' much.

[He hugs her close to him and then goes in for a kiss. He puts his lips over hers, slides his tongue into the crease between them, and if she lets him in he'll slide it along hers and kiss her passionately.]

[As she gets lifted into his arms, Grell smiles and readjusts her arms. She brings one hand to the back of his neck as he kisses her, definitely not being shy about their tongues being reacquainted. It's hard to believe that he's there if she wasn't kissing him on the deck of the ship.

After a few moments, Grell pulls back trying to focus on his face. With him so close, she could see a lot better. There really were no words right now.]

...you're really here, right?

[Dave is reluctant to let her pull away. He follows her for a few inches before he finally lets her go. He didn't want the kiss to end, but he guesses they probably shouldn't make a huge display on deck.]

Yeah.

[He kinda wishes he could stroke her cheek, but his hands are full.]

Do you want me to put you down, or... should we take this to your cabin?

Walk on my own feet? I just got up here! [She grins, kissing him again. It's everyone's ship, but like she'll care if they're making a display on deck.] We can go to my cabin.

[Or was it theirs, now? Did he even have his own? All his stuff is there, anyway.]

To the cabin it is!

[If she wants him to move in he'll do it without looking back. His cabin has been vacant for a long time anyway.

Dave carries Grell through the doorway like he's carrying a bride over a threshold. He doesn't think he could be happier to be with her even if they were married. He lays her down on the bed and climbs on top of her, kissing her deeply.]

[As she is placed on the bed, Grell makes sure to at least remove her greatcoat, not wanting it to wrinkle. She welcomes the kiss, threading her fingers through Dave's hair. It had been a while since she had a good make out session with anyone.]

[It's been just as long for Dave, unless there's some sort of weird time gap between here and his world. But that doesn't really matter. He's here now, and this is the only place he wants to be. He cups her cheek with one hand and keeps kissing her vehemently while the other starts tugging his shirt off.]

[She helped with removing his shirt, actually missing his warmth, and body contact in general. The kiss isn't going to end as quickly as the first, unless Dave needs air soon. Hands go to his bare chest. They may be a bit cold, however.]

[Dave tilts his head, both so he can keep kissing her and so he can sort of breathe at the same time, because he really doesn't want to come up for air. While his tongue is busy exploring her mouth his hands move over her clothing much more slowly, undoing buttons and peeling away layers with a sort of reverence for her body and everything covering it. God, he missed this.]

[What happens next is a whirlwind of fiery passion in mostly red. Not only reuniting with words, but with touches and movements as well. It's quite a while until the temperature in the room lowers, or is it the temperature between them that is making things so hot? Either way, Grell is properly satiated, enjoying the pulse that runs through Dave's body as she leans against him. It's rare for her to feel this relaxed, so she's enjoying the after effect of reacquainting themselves with each other as much as she can.]

[Even though Dave couldn't remember this place while he was at home, it feels like he waited forever to hold Grell in his arms. Being with her again was everything he'd thought it would be, and more. Finally he was able to express his love for her without restraint, without having to worry that maybe there were some parts of her she didn't want him to touch. There hadn't been time to ask how the changes came about in the middle of their love-making, but now that he's sated and relaxed he can't help but wonder.]

So you kept some of that water, right? From the island we went to?

[No, this time, she was pretty content with her body. Finally.]

Hmm? Water? [Grell had to think about what he meant before coming to a moment of realization.] Ah, yes.

[Looks up to him.]

Are you thirsty, darling?

No thanks. I mean, it wasn't bad the first time, but I'm not in a hurry to do that again.

[Really, he's just afraid he'll do something stupid again. Having a girl's body makes him feel weird. It's fine for Grell to be that way, because it suits her, but Dave doesn't think it suits him very well.]

Yes, I do remember you becoming...familiar with your new form...

[She's in agreement that they shouldn't go down that road again.]

I'm not sure why your asking about that water, though.

Yeah, well... I never had that stuff before. It was different. It was just... sort of a novel situation, ok?

[Dave is getting all flustered. Why does she keep talking about it? He really wants to forget the whole thing.]

Anyway, if it helps you keep your body the way you like it, then it's fine. You can drink it as much as you like.

[Grell finally manages to understand the reason for his inquiry and giggles softly.]

It isn't the water's doing. It's because of a witch.

[There is a slight pause, realizing that it may need some clarification.]

Not a sea witch.

A witch?

[Well, that's a new one. Dave breathes a sigh of relief when she says it wasn't a sea witch, but that still begs the question...]

What kind of witch?

A witch that could either curse you, or give you something you want. Obviously, I earned the latter.

So... it's like a trick or treat kinda thing?

[Dave doesn't understand. Why would a witch do something nice?]

More like a reward, I believe. I rescued someone's uncle by chance, so she just...did some magic.

[Her voice sounds reluctant, because that sounds weird now that she says it out loud.]

Ok.

[Dave is kinda confused. That means Grell... actually did something nice for someone?

Not that it's hard to believe or anything. It just doesn't happen very often.]

[...the lack of more words made her sit up a little to look at him.]

That's it? [He was the King of Words and all he had to say was 'ok'?!]

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