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The Selkie's queen, known as Ali'Kai [which is Hawaiian for King or Queen of the Sea], sat upon her sea borne throne, made of crushed, whole, and partial shells; conchs, seaweed, shells of animals that no longer housed them, coral, and other such sea items, tones of pastel orange, pastel pink, cream, and other such colors giving it a fine glow that seemed to radiate around the powerful woman. Indeed, this was only a trick of light, and was meant to impress awe and humility to those who would stand before her. For the most part, it worked. And, it was in this condition, in all of her raidiance, Ali'Kai thought. It was more than obvious that she was deep within this realm of new possibilities.

Never before had she allowed herself to trust the race of men, and here she was throwing them a breakfest fit for any mortal king. They had better be thankful, because refusal would be an insult the silver haired queen would take very personally. Slowly, muscles twitched inside of slender calves, booted feet feeling pressure as the regal entity began to rise. It was obvious that she was a queen---not only was she a radiant beauty, but she had an air about her that was of unquestionable nobility. Silver hair spilled down elegant shoulders that were adorned with the true form of the queen. Electric blue eyes slowly looked around, jewels around her neck glinting in the sun's early rays.

"My people," she declared in a voice that carried easily and demanded both respect and attention, "I am thankful to you for your bravery and your loyalty to me, and I wish to declare today a day free from your duties. Today is a day of celebration!" With her final statement, her hands were raised as a rare smile graced the woman's lips, moving like liquid towards the banquet table, and to one of her younger selkie tribe members; the one she had in fact sent on the mission in the first place.

"And to you I owe much of my gratitude, young one."

Free day as it was, Thamina decided that she would go to the shore and spy on the sailors that had come so suddenly to their lands. She came to the beach and wrapped her skin carefully around her as she cleared the water. Step after step she made her way onto land and she found a surprise. A small girl, clearly a selkie from a distant land, lay on the beach hurt. Thamina, being a healer for her tribe, rushed to the girl's side and gently touched her, moved her so she could better see any wounds the girl had. It would take effort to heal the girl but she would try. Even if the girl was knocked out the elder selkie murmured soothing things as she worked at healing her.

Tracey was very impressed by the feast laid out for his crew, he had led them to join the Selkie because he could not afford to insult them again nor did he want to pass up the meal. Dressed in his best, an air of command around him inspired by how he carried himself. There had been a very strict command not to harass or engage in any activities with the women of the island. They were allowed to be polite but under no circumstances should they attempt to get fresh with the ladies or encourage the same behavior from them. Tracey did not want to deal with what problems that would cause.

Stoic as always, his face betrayed nothing as he gave a slight bow to the Queen.

Tracey glanced every once in a while at Juli. How could he not? She looked lovely. He wasn't all that impressed by the Selkies's beauty, it was in the eyes of the beholder and he honestly thought she was out shining them. Growing up in an extremely poor area of Ireland, he had a very different view of beauty, it wasn't all regal and finery. It was the more simple that had the biggest affect for him.

Not to deny that the Queen and her people were beautiful, he just had a different woman on his mind. Quite a few actually, as unfair as it probably was, Tia was still on his mind for the most beautiful woman ever. Annabelle was also lovelier in his mind and Juli was amongst these women but not ahead of them. After so long without them, he had idolized them, making them more than they were as living women. Competing with ghost was never a fair competition.

He kept that to himself, moving onto business as it were. "We are honored to be here at this feast." The meal looked wonderful, certainly it would help to refuel his crew for their upcoming departure and continued chase of the devil, the red-eyed man.

Thamina looked at the young girl and nodded. "This is Selkie Island. What are you doing here little one? It is dangerous to travel the seas alone." She asked as she still worked on healing Aeya. "Never mind that last question for now. Rest and soon I will have you good as new." She gave the younger girl a reassuring smile.

The elder selkie held the new comer close to her in a motherly way. Aeya had come such a long way and obviously been through much. It would have been cruel not to hold her close and comfort her now that she was among her own kind again. Passing her hands over the last of the girl's wounds made them all but disappear. She would be able to see the queen when she woke and Thamina would take her to see the queen herself. For now though the brown selkie picked up the girl tenderly in her arms and carried her towards where her queen and people were feasting with the sailors.

Giving a nod of her own to Tracey, the selkie woman found it impressive that the man kept such a tight reign on his crew so as to not insult her or her tribe. It was now that she saw another member arrive. A female, no less, her eyes showing sympathy for the girl. She seemed to try so hard to be a beauty, that she didn't let her own soft features show through. Ali'Kai, however, nearly laughed, as terrible as it was. She'd never seen a human gape at her throne before, and found it somewhat adorable.

"I know not your name, brave maiden," she told Juliart, a warm, even borderlining kind, smile gracing her face. With this, she approached her, moving behind with the fluidness of the seals, and the grace that came with the status she had been bred to use. Hands moved up to unravel part of her braid, leaving the point in which the braid became a third, a shell procured from a pouch beneath her pelt. "But do not be so nervous." This gesture was a rare thing for the queen; probably just as rare as it was for females to be working as crew members. A turn to Tracey, and the queen nodded once more to his compliment.

"As we are honored to hold it."

To Aoide, the queen gave a softened look. A look that spoke of pride. "It was because of your bravery we were able to survive, Aoide. I owe you my thanks, at the very least."