Frozen Beyond [gxg]

Southern Isles

Elsa had to admit, having Jarrah on the ship really made things more light hearted. While she stayed below deck half the time from seasickness, Jarrah was on deck helping navigate and keeping Olaf busy. Though staying below deck wasn't just due to seasickness, though she wouldn't admit it to anyone. She was making herself anxious and sick at the thought of Keahi and the redhead that was hanging on her. If Keahi lost her memory, and as clingy as that redhead was being...did that mean...?

"Land ho!" She jumped when she heard Jarrah announce above and pulled herself from the bed. The sooner they got to the isles, the better. She trudged up the stairs and paused once she reached the top to try to figure out what scene was playing out in front of her.

Jarrah sat cross-legged in front of Olaf while he stuck ice picks and daggers through Olaf's body.

Olaf just noticed Elsa and looked over, laughing awkwardly. "I worry about his mental state."

Jarrah just tilted his head. "Weird you really are made of snow!"

"And if I wasn't?" Olaf edged uneasily, shaking off the pieces that were speared into him. They clattered to the floor as Olaf came over to her.

She just shook her head, letting out a hiss of air. The ocean would kill her. "Where's Anna?"

Olaf pointed to the upper deck where Anna stood. Elsa made her way up the steps and came beside her. "Are you okay?"

Anna was looking over the Southern Isles as it closed in. The city was large, way bigger than the shores of Arendelle. "I wonder what Han's has gotten himself into?" Anna spat.

She rolled her eyes, "I imagine his twelve older brothers took care of him. Hopefully."

Anna looked over at her and scowled, "If I see him I'm still punching him."

"Good." Elsa laughed, though she trailed off as she watched the shore loom closer. They got here before Crow, their ship being smaller than the one Crow sailed made it a lot faster.

She hoped she did right by listening and trusting Jarrah. Taking a deep breath, she took in the smell of sea salt and something sweet that wafted on the air from the port.

Her stomach rumbled hungrily, but Anna gagged beside her. Jumping in surprise, Elsa held back Anna's hair as her little sister threw up over the railing. "Anna, are you sure you're okay? Are you getting sick?" Elsa asked quietly, rubbing Anna's shoulders until she stood up straight. She handed her a cloth which Anna took it.

"I get randomly sick over certain smells. I have no idea. Maybe I am getting a cold." Anna sighed out dramatically. "Of course when we go on the adventure of a lifetime I have to get a cold." She complained.

"How about you stay on the boat and watch Olaf while Jarrah and I go into town?" Elsa offered, moving her thumb gently over Anna's forehead.

Anna just closed her eyes and groaned, "Fine. But if anything happens, you better come get me!"

"I promise." Elsa quickly agreed with a smile. She was just happy that Anna actually agreed.

Once they docked, she pulled her cowl over her head, making sure her hair was tightly wound in her braided updo to make it easier to conceal.

"They should be here in a few hours." Jarrah came beside her. "Want to look around the city while we wait for them to dock? Figure out a game plan?"

Elsa gripped her cowl tighter, eyes cast downward, she was nervous. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but Crow scared her. She could put on a brave face all day long, and she would whenever her family were involved, but it didn't tamper down the fear that iced her stomach. But she couldn't allow that fear to control her. It did for so long and it no longer would hold power over her.

The jolly sound of Jarrah's lute strummed along the dock and she snapped up to watch him.

"Maybe a little song while we explore the city? Have you been to the Southern Isles before, Elsa?"

She followed him, watching the busy dock. It was a different busy than Keahi's island. There, it was chaos and the energy was static and disconcerting.

Here, while the city was massive as it sat stoic along the pearl shores of the southern waters, felt a little more uplifting and relaxed despite its busy nature.

Jarrah played his lute and skipped around Elsa. She couldn't help but chuckle as he jumped to click his heels. He was rather spry for a being as large as he was. "I think you got the wrong impression of us," Jarrah started, "We aren't all bad, I promise. We just like to..." He thought about it, picking at the lute, "we like to drink and have fun. Most of us left the confines of busy, everyday life for the beauty and freedom of the sea!" He turned to lead her down the busy dock. Men and women loaded large ships which were anchored on both sides.

She watched the people hauling loads of boxes and supplies, pulling trolly lines and getting ready to set sail.

She supposed she could relate. All she wanted was her freedom. She had been cooped up most of her life, bound by strict rules and duty, she wanted nothing but her freedom as well.

"What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning?" Jarrah sang out in front of her.

She arched a brow and nearly leapt out of her skin when all the seamen and women around her sang back.

"Way hay and up she rises! Way hay and up she rises! Early in the morning!" The sailors all around sang out, some hanging from the ropes over the bow of their boats, others tossing their supplies onto the ship to the beat of the song.

Elsa scowled, "Sounds like alcohol and women are the only thing you sing about." She gave a coy look to Jarrah who tapped his chest, pouting.

"I'm hurt." He laughed and jumped on a large crate which shook before the surrounding ropes tightened and a few sailors hauled it upward. "Shave his belly with a rusty razor! Shave his belly with a rusty razor! Early in the mornin'!" Jarrah hooted.

"Way hay and up she rises! Way hay and up she rises! Early in the morning!" Everyone sang around the docks. The sailors stomping their feet and clapping to the beat.

Elsa let out a small 'oof' as one grabbed her hand to spin her, where she was caught by Jarrah who helped steady her.

Shaking her head, she avoided a few other sailors' grubby hands, smacking one away with a scowl.

Why were pirates so handsy?

"Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter!" Jarrah half sung, half laughed out.

Elsa arched a brow, "I should have expected that."

"Way hay and up she rises early in the morning!" The jolly chorus of sailors finished.

Jarrah played a few more notes before finishing strong and laughing, coming to stand beside her. "Now, let's figure out what we will do tonight when Crow docks." Jarrah led them into the crowds of the Southern Isles.

Elsa just watched, mouth agape for a moment before she tucked a strand of blonde hair that escaped her tight updo.

These pirates were a handful.

Scanning past the docks, past Jarrah, into the sea of people had her wringing her hands together but affirmation was in her gut. They would figure out a way to get Keahi back.

After all, she had promised Keahi she'd go to the ends of the world to find her and bring her home.

And it was a promise she planned on keeping.