Jared turned to Ellia. "Oh, nothing. Just wondering where you were." He cleared his throat. "We're getting close, aren't we? The treasure's right under our noses, wouldn't you say?"
Ellia nodded. "Well, supposedly there's this circle of creatures we need to get through, but yeah. Once we get in there, we're right on top of it." She grinned suddenly, the smile seeming to surprise her. "It feels so final, you know? Like everything has led up to this."
Avice tilted her head slightly. She grabbed his arm and tugged on him lightly, pulling him towards the deck. "It's about time we got here. I've been waiting forever!"
Jack, tugged forward by an excited Avice, laughed. "It is very thrilling," he conceded as the stood up on the deck. The weather was bitterly cold, with snow falling into the sea. In the distance there seemed to be a disturbance under the water, but the fog was too thick to tell.
Avice looked around, mostly at the sky. "Nice weather we're having," she grinned, placing a hand on her hip. "Little foggy, though."
"I like the snow," Jack said smoothly, pulling his cloak tighter around him. "It is a necessity for snowball fights."
"Snowball fights? That's sooo childish. Building snowmen is where it's at!" Avice smirked, holding out a hand for the snow to fall on.
"You warn thee?" Jack asked incredulously. "What century is this? You know you deserve a snowball for that."
"What will we do after we get the treasure, though? Stay together? Or go our separate ways?..." Jared shivered ever so slightly. "Woo... Getting quite cold. It's nothing I can't handle though." He said, looking at the falling snow.
"Art thee making excit'ment of mine own impeccable and eloquent speech? Prepareth for thine square of thee snowball!" She cried, gathering snow and pointing at him menacingly.
"I'm not sure," Ellia admitted. "I suppose many of the crew are going to retire or something, but I think I'm going to stay." *** He paused for a moment, and then attacked, throwing the snowball at Avice's shoulder.
She held her shoulder, turning away. "I've been hit!" Gathering more snow, she turned back suspiciously before chucking the ball at him.
He caught up to her quickly, holding a large snowball in his hand. He stopped her, his hand on her arm, and he crushed the snowball above her head, with small chunks falling down into her hair.
"Stay? If that's what you want, I'm not one to judge." He said, interested about her decision. "I might leave if I'm to be honest."
