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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:01 pm
This is when the captain decides to have a mostly sober day. He only has a little rum for breakfast, then he goes out on deck... and the place looks like a slaughterhouse. There's blood and pieces of people everywhere, including half-EATEN bodies.
He storms down into the crew room, where there are many more empty bunks than full ones. Channeling an amount of presence someone who'd only seen him drunk could never believe, "What th'HELL's 'appene' t'my ship?!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:03 pm
Siryn's the first to wake up to this, since she'd been feeling a little sick in the mornings anyway. She climbs out of bed next to Doran, and stands in front of the captain. "We had a fight, Sir. Many are dead from it. A mythical sea creature tried to destroy the ship." she says, making it up on the spot.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:05 pm
"A hungr' one, b'the look of it. But why is everyone still asleep at this hour, instead of cleaning up that mess! There're dead what need t'be tossed over."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:06 pm
"The fight lasted late into the night, byt the end of it, we were all exhausted." she replies.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:08 pm
The Captain considers this, then declares, "My ship d'better be tip-top by th' time dinner's served. Is my First Mate alrigh'?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:10 pm
She nods, "But 'e los' 'is bes' frien'."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:11 pm
"'m sure a lot' o' men los' their bes' frien's, i' tha' many died." He heads over to Orient's room, knocking on the door.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:13 pm
Orient groans, because he hadn't had nearly enough sleep that night. He climbs out of bed though, and shuffles to the door. Upon opening it, he almost closes it again. he does not want to be dealing with the captain this early.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:17 pm
"Orien', I wan' a full repor' on losses and damage t'm'ship as soon as y'can ge' one together, an' I wan' my ship cleaned up as soon as possible."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:19 pm
Orient sighs, at this moment wishing he *had* organized a mutiny one of the times when the captain was drunk. "Aye Cap'n." he says. "I'll get t'work righ' now."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:21 pm
The captain nods, and then goes upstairs to take a look at the maps.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:21 pm
Orient closes the door to his room and starts getting dressed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:23 pm
Uriel grumbles a bit about the lack of nice warm Orient in the bed again, and looks up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:24 pm
Orient's rushing around, getting ready for a long grueling day.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:25 pm
The longhaired boy sighs and rolls over, pulling the blankets in close, and tucking some under himself, so he can curl up and keep in what little heat he has.
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