Makayla has finally managed to place herself away from the bonfire and once again take refuge in the dirty cleaning of the gunk filled cannons.
She tugs her hair up while frowning at the rest of the cannons, “Gross…he’s picky about his ship but not his cannons? I suppose he hasn’t done much fighting lately,” She thinks this to herself as she pushes her sleeves up.
Flopping down on her knees she scrubs the one in front of her, “At least I only have twenty more to go!” She beams to herself, “Better than the huge number I started off with!” Smiles at the ones behind her.
Sighs, “And than I can go die in the tub!” She closes her eyes in that happy cute girlish sort of manner, “Sweetest of heavens!!!!!”
After this thought she begins to clean speed, “The faster I’m done the more I can enjoy…”
She becomes lost in her thoughts…