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Post by Jacky on Jun 29, 2009 12:55:57 GMT
Two bottles of rum later, I decide to take a walk around the ship. See how everything's doing. "Luv, I'll be back." I tell Cassandra as I get up.
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Post by Daz on Jun 29, 2009 12:58:57 GMT
I raise my eyebrows, not answering that as I glance over at the rest of the crew and continue to drink by myself.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 29, 2009 13:06:06 GMT
"Alright then." I shrug at the lack of response, and saunter away.
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Post by Daz on Jun 29, 2009 13:30:09 GMT
After a while, I peer over as he walks off, wondering what's on his mind. At moments like this it's hard to read, because who on earth could be so distraught over a bloody map.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 1, 2009 9:30:47 GMT
Which is, in fact, what i'm distracting myself from. I walk from stem to sterm, inspecting the ship at ease, letting the sea air clear me head.
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Post by Daz on Jul 3, 2009 9:34:02 GMT
It takes an hour or so before I give up trying to join in a discussion with the crew, mainly because their subject matters are far beyond me and I really don't have anything to mention. I get up and go to find him by the helm.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 5, 2009 7:32:18 GMT
I'm sitting on the steps to the helm, rumbottle in hand, as I see her approach. "G'evening, luv." I greet her. I'd half forgotten about her, to be honest.
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Post by Daz on Jul 5, 2009 11:51:02 GMT
"What are you contemplating over, now?" I ask, sitting beside him, rather annoyed still.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 5, 2009 13:11:18 GMT
"Whether or not I wanted another bottle of rum." I smirk, my thoughts far less complex than she probably expected. "I think the answer's yes."
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Post by Daz on Jul 5, 2009 16:18:21 GMT
I glance down to my own, before looking back to him, "And ye need all this space jest to think about that?"
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