"A pool? No. A pool, as it was explained to me, is like a very large bathtub. I was kept in a bathtub for days here during a storm by Jack Sparrow. I do not want to feel trapped like that ever again. He has left, however, that pirate. All for the better."

It was only one step up from the glass coffin, after all.

When the flask was offered to her she took it carefully in her damp fingers, but didn't drink from it yet. She simply stared curiously as she spoke.

"It is rather trying being away from the waters I truly belong in and away from my sisters. I would not call them caring or friendly, not most of them at least, but they are of my kind. Aside from them, there is only one other whom I would truly wish to see again, more so than my sisters..."

But she's getting carried away in wistful memories. With a blink she remembers the flask in her hand. "What is inside?"