MariCorsair

   A soft giggle left my pale lips as I frisked around the large caved in room, clad in fine jewels and old hats as the eels and rattails followed behind me in interest. I smiled at them and twirled, bubbles floating and raising my white locks high above my head. This was my favorite thing to do in this room, dance and sparkle in the dim light of my fin. I’m not sure why, but I assume that’s what this area was for. I could just see the people spinning and skipping along in their fancy dresses and legs when the ship was new, before it was mine; when it still floated in the world above and was the most talked about thing there was a