She smiled, winking. “Ah, but would such knowledge benefit you? My name is not important.” She clapped her hands together, her skin glazed with a tan too light for a child raised so far from the mainland. “I am a friend, and if you must know my name, riddle me this.” She uncorked the bottle and took a swig, her clothes looking of worn grandeur in a time long past, leather coat embroidered painstakingly as she drummed the bottle with her fingers. “Standing up, I am small. Sitting down, I am tall. I heed the plea of my master’s call.” Isabela looked at her with keen eyes that were as blue as the Carribean seas.

_{James narrowed his eyes curiously, pausing the stride of his fingers. “On th’ contrary, lass, Ah think it is within yer best interest ta tell me yer name.”}

_{“Save yerself th’ torture an’ avoid th’ tasteless pet names of mine, but Ah digress, if Ah must..”}

_{The pirate thought on it briefly, but truthfully, they lingered on the stranger.}