'This metal pile of junk?'
Harphina crossed her arms, none too impressed with Elio's taste in naval vessels. The hull was an assortment of metal slabs held together by nuts and bolts where welding acted as an effective but unappealing substitute for waterproofing. The fact that the whole thing stayed afloat was a miracle of workmanship, but the vessel did seem to be on its last legs. As Harphina strode aboard she took notice of an indent on the deck, from a cannonball, perhaps. Aside from that, the ship's mast seemed held together by an additional iron pole that wrapped around it. Chances were the next storm that came along would rip the sails right off the mast, along with whichever misfortuned sap had the pleasure of manning the lookout.
Now, Harphina could have been said unlucky sap. Her peculiar biology meant she didn't need to sleep —more correctly, she could sleep with only half of her brain, keeping the other half awake and alert. She was perhaps the only person in their crew who could maintain awareness 24/7. However, contributing her all to her new 'comrades' was the furthest thing from the Seal-mink's mind. In fact—
"Nope. Nope. Nope. Ya'll have fun on this...thing, you can count me out. I'll take my chances in the water. Try not to capsize, I can't guarantee I'll save you~"
As Elio, bumbled his way into almost exploding a hole into the already decrepit vessel, Harphina took a step towards the railing. Stepping up to the rails, she turned and gave her comrades a humorous salute.
"Hoist the Sails, and raise the anchor. Set sail for Davey Jones Locker!"
With that, she dived over the edge, leaving behind only a spray of water.