"Oy, what's this? Idle hands on deck?" crows a new voice, though it was coming from above of all directions. A quick glance up showed the blue-skinned, white-haired genasi soaring down from the direction of the mast, fingers and toes leaving little contrails of fog as she descended. She landed on the deck near Faustus and the others talking to him and grinned a naughty-and-lovin'-it grin. "Why, I've half a mind to fetch the bosun and rat you lot out right here and now."
The outrage in her voice was mock though, and there was no malice nor anger in her eyes or posture. She was a smaller woman than Mari, shorter and thinner, though her arms and legs showed muscle. A pretty, young lass in her cured leather armor and colorful green and blue vest that flapped in the neverending breeze that swirled around her. Her sword was in its scabbard behind her back, slightly curved and heavier towards the tip for slashing, but more than sharp and balanced enough for thrusts as well.
"So," she inquired curiously, abandoning her faux bravado, "What's got you all knotting up by the rail? Is our newest leaving a trail in the sea for the gulls to follow?"
