~:RAWR:~

Apples

She starts running around in a circle and talking so fast neither of them can really keep track of it. Finally after a few minutes she slows down and looks up at Night, "Do you think there will be pineapple? Or..or..bananas??!! Or Mangoes! I've never had a mango! I wonder if it's yummy... "

Elizabeth trails off and stares blankly for a moment then looks at Night again. "I see some stick over there!", she points ahead of theme near some bushes and small trees. "I shall go explorin'!" She runs off, tripping a few times before getting there.

Rum is a must.

Night shakes his head at that fact that Ms. Elizabeth doesn’t understand what rumors have been told on the high seas about this island. It may have what they ladies call a “cute” name but it’s far more dangerous than can be told. “Ms. Elizabeth, ye must be careful to stick close to me on this isle. Tis not safe for one such as you. Even at my height, strength and wit I am susceptible to this place. Tis like a labyrinth of smoke and mirrors.”

He watches her wobble about in excitement and the thought crosses his mind to let go and watch her splash into the waters. Of course he’d pluck her form the waves and set her upon his shoulder afterwards but how amusing it would be to watch her swim like a drowned rat. But alas, he does not. It is not in his ‘code’ to do so.

“Sticks would be good lass and don’t stray too far, but keep a mindful eye for fruits and things. I’ll build us a hut and ye a bed. Don’t worry about the rain, it hardly rains here…” He seems somewhat worried about that but he knows that this isle is known for being some mystical paradise, in disguise.

Night was about knee deep in the waters at this point, his long stride bringing them into shore quickly. He scooped up Liz from her huddled crouch on the barrel and set her on his shoulder. She fit much like a parrot would a Pirate captain. He laughed to himself on the inside. His large arms hoisted the barrel upon his opposite hip and he walked with sloshing boots to the shore line. He placed the barrel down first with a thud near where he wanted to build the hut. Then, picks up little Lizzy and sets her down on the ground… to play in the sand…

Psssh

Elizabeth sighs exasperatedly. "Danger, smanger. We can handle anything together!!!", she wiggles about happily, stopping abruptly when she almost falls off the barrel. "So what are you gonna draw, huh?", she asks as she smiles, "I'm gonna draw a turtle!! Yep yep!"

She wobbles a bit from trying to do move around. Night was still making his way towards the island that was now only about 20 meters away.

"I'll get some sticks and other stuff for wood. You can get the big sticks so we can make a hut! I've always wanted to go in a hut, you know. They looks fun. Until it rains, then it's not so fun..."

Manly Man

He could hear Liz’s frantic cries above the water and he came up immediately. He looked at her wondering what terror they might be in now in a daze of confusion and attempting to get his breath. After she giggled at his face she asked “Can we draw in the sand when we get there?” Her eyes were as large as coconuts waiting for his answer. He burst out into a deep and manly laughter. Her face went O_o’ (lmao, I couldn’t resist) and wondered what was so funny. He pushed a little further, able to keep his head above water as the waves crashed in front of them. He said “Yes wee lass, ye shall draw in the sand once we made landfall. Be forewarned, these lands are dangerous and we must set up camp as the night be upon us.”

Think Jaws

It's like I'm being ferried by a mutant shark or something she thought to herself. Humming to herself she smiled as she watched Night force his way through the water, using his height and strength to his ability.

Watching the land get nearer and nearer, she became more and more excited. "Hey Night! Niiiiiiiiight!!!", she yelled trying to get his attention. He was under the water again and she wanted to ask him something. "Night!!!", she yelled again as he came back up to the surface with a confused expression on his face. Giggling again, she asks, "Can we draw in the sand when we get there?"

She looks at him with wide, excited eyes. Her mouth was open in a small 'o' while she blink a few times ,waiting.