Herself steps side to side as she crosses the plank floor, dodging the bottles that hang from every beam.
"I got your message lass. Thought I'd return it to you..."
Bess opens a small hinged box, lays it upon the floor and steps back.
From out of the box scampers a small sea crab. Free of it's hardwood prison it scuttles along the floor boards as if teathered to a homing beacon. With little effort it reaches the hem of T'Dalma's skirts and without hesitation climbs the length of her skirt, her belt, up along the bodice to make perch upon her bare shoulders where it then dissapears under the cover of her draping hair... sea water runs in a trickle along the line of her neck and she smiles.
"Now... " says herself... "I'm here. I've come. What is it you want?"