Though she feels her fur bristling up when she feels the air suddenly grow hot even with the coolness of night. She blinks a few times before she looks over the railings, seeing the sea around them...
Turning into sand?!
A hand suddenly grips the back of Hook's neck.]
Let go of my treasure, pest.
[Already, the ship itself is crumbling into sand.]
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Though she feels her fur bristling up when she feels the air suddenly grow hot even with the coolness of night. She blinks a few times before she looks over the railings, seeing the sea around them...
Turning into sand?!
A hand suddenly grips the back of Hook's neck.]
Let go of my treasure, pest.
[Already, the ship itself is crumbling into sand.]