Devil's Nest - Sunday

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There had been nothing strange going on this weekend, which in itself was strange. Not that Isabela was always aware of any strangeness, giving that everything on the bloody island was strange. Ha.

So it was a relaxed pirate who sat behind the bar tonight. The pages she'd been scribbling at last week seemed to have multiplied and occasionally she would cackle as she added on another bit. Writing could be so much fun.