Takira muttered something under her breath and stomped off to do
her job, again. She narrowed her eyes. She and Alexander were
siblings so they were bound to argue. But why did he never listen
to her just because he was older. "Whatever," she whispered.
Looking around the boat, Silvia picked up some small messes, like
the dirty mugs and bowls they had left around. You would think
it would be the cook's job to keep the dishes up and clean.
Silvia thought to herself. These kids are the reason I
drink. She headed into the kitchen of the boat, her tail
sweeping the ground as she walked. "What's for supper?" she asked
him.
Selinia walked along the length of the ship. Takira and Alexander
were going at it. Rings was at the railing, looking of into the
ocean. All was right with the world. She noticed Mimi walking down
the steps from the upper decks. She seemed a bit put out. Walking
over Selinia smirked at her. "Zane turn you down again?"
Alexander sighed. His sister was so absurd. He decided to check on
how the sails were first. He lowered the sail down to inspect it.
"No rips, everything looks fine," he whispered, raising the sail
back up and heading to the supply storage to check on that.
Eventually, Scrounge groaned loudly, before she reluctantly forced
herself up. She took her time getting dressed, and didn't even
bothsee brushing her hair before she left her cabin. "Are those two
at it again?" she mumbled, watching an angry Takira stomp around.
She yawned loudly, stretching out as she kept walking.
Rings was bored and tired, yawning softly. She debated wether she
should go back to her cabin and sleep, but decided against it. She
sat down on the railing, watching the waves again. She shifted
every so often, just so she wouldn't fall into the water.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"
Selinia laughed. "Well if nobody else is in the mood, come find me.
I could sure as hell use some fun." She walked away, pulling her
flask from her pocket. Downing it in one go, she moved for the
lower decks to refill.
Scrounge yawned again, before she pinched her cheeks, which she
usually did to keep awake. She made her way to the railing, and
immediately leaned over it. "Do you think if I tied a rope to my
feet, someone could dunk me?-" she asked out loud, though she
wasn't sure if anyone l'd be around.
Flint: Well I'm sure that problem of yours could be solved with
Miss Silvia's help. Why dont you go ask her for help? //he scruffed
up her hair and continued to peruse the ship casually
Scrounge waited there for a few moments, before she stood up again.
"It's decided. I'm gonna need some rope and maybe a barrel or two-"
she murmured, setting off to find said items.
Flint: Nothing. I just planned to return to my cabin after checking
up on things. You know youre not allowed in my cabin //he chuckled
with a wide grin/ You goof ball
Scrounge had just found a seemingly unused coil of rope when she
passed by the two. "Oi! Mimi, Cap'n!" She waved throwing the rope
over one shoulder. "Where is it we keep the crates 'n stuff again?"