Post by Vulpix on Dec 8, 2023 17:56:13 GMT -6
“Ah, it’s amazing! Never got the chance to do anything like this back home,” says Psychic. “Say, Sam, you’re just a kid, aren’t you? What made you decide to join this, uh, crew?”
Sam shrugs, and some colour rises in his cheeks. "I'm 15, mister. I haven't been a kid since my father took ill. When he died, I had to start earning money for me sisters. At first I tried through more traditional means, but that was no life fer me. I'd rather be sailing the seas than stuck in service of some king who's never done nothin' fer me."
Our dear Captain...Howell was it? Seemed a bit irate, so I elected to get myself busy. While I can't say I know the difference between a yam and a sweet potato, I'm certainly good at following directions! How can I help?
Defective salutes, as he's not sure what a pirate is supposed to do to a commanding officer. Spit in their face? Shine their shoes? Batten their...hatches? Who knows. But he's eager to help nonetheless.
The quartermaster chuckles. "Sounds like you'll fit right in, here. Come along, I'll show you what to do."
Edward passes Defective a large knife. "Chop up this meat, we're makin' stew." He throws Defective some large slabs of salted mystery meat. "So, you know about the treasure we're after?"
Enemy will back off, not because he’s intimidated or anything. He’s not owned right now. Not at all.
He supposes he’ll go check out what the surgeon is doing manning the cannons instead of committing modern malpractice. At least, until this ship gets Wrecked.
He supposes he’ll go check out what the surgeon is doing manning the cannons instead of committing modern malpractice. At least, until this ship gets Wrecked.
The captain glowers after Enemy as he leaves.
Crazy Pete, without saying a word, throws a filthy rag in Enemy's direction. When Enemy doesn't immediately react, Pete gets up and spits on Enemy's rag. "Go on now, get to polishing. Unless you'd like to be as useless as this scallywag, jus' watchin' as I do all the work." Crazy Pete glares at Phantom Arm. Phantom Arm glares back, but his cheeks begin to flush. Crazy Pete adds, "Only reason I haven't thrown 'im to the sharks yet is I reckon the captain deserves the honour of doin' that 'imself."
"Crazy Worm makes empty threats," says Phantom Arm. He does, however, grab a rag, spit on it, and begin polishing one of the cannons.