You decide to postpone tormenting the fighters and head back up deck. You walk down a few more halls and then climb the stairs to the top. You walk to the front of the ship, staring out at the water, only to find someone else there. Another young woman, about the same age as the last one, is leaning over the railing, gazing at the water. She has bronze skin and huge dark eyes. Her hair is dark like her eyes, and is tied behind her head in a small knot. She sighs, not noticing you. You clear your throat, irritated that you can find no privacy in this place. She spins around quickly and looks at you. Her face takes on a look of shock, just as the other girl's had.
"Am I in your way or something?" she asks.
You frown, it seems she has a bit of an attitude.
"Yes," you reply, "You are."
She stares defiantly at you.
"I'm sorry but I was here first and it is a big boat," she says.
You take an angry breath, remembering that she can't see you. You yank down your hood, tired of her attitude. Her brown eyes widen slightly.
"You have no idea who you are talking to," you inform her, "My name is Quan Chi, and I am hosting this tournament."
She is at a loss for words for a moment, but she recovers quickly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." she says quietly.
You chuckle.
"What is your name?"
She seems hesitant, "Amilee."
"Well Amilee, I hope you enjoy your time on the island, for these few days will be your last."
You laugh at her as she walks away and heads back into the boat.
"This tournament may turn out to be too easy..."
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