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‘’Come on’’ whispers the night shift crewman ‘’I need my cot’’ the tired man continues as he shake the magical woman.
The wearily pale green woman force a smile ‘‘alright’’ she says as she get out of the bottom cot, expertly avoiding stepping on people in the dark hold. The air is thick with body order and malaise of desperate people being packed end to end.
The blue clad wizard ignores the thrust herself and many others are suffering as she walk up the steps to the top deck, her stained blue robes glittered softly in the light, its magic recharging from the sunlight. ‘’good morning Dula’’ she says with a forced chipperness to the large Barbarian woman, the 6 and a half foot tall woman fishing for what little is’s scared away by the very passing of the vessel.
‘’Morning Dhav Sparks’’ the sun tanned woman says, wearing her normal outfit of cheap pensants pants cut off at the knees and her animal hide chest wrapping. Her scar covered face is a scowl. Her long red hair unkempt under a battered straw hat. It’s beautiful braids undone to sell the copper ordainments for just a little more food at the previous port that turned the ship away. ‘’I got some fish earlier. Some have Eyes good to eat raw.’’
‘’Raw?’’ The hungry half orc asks.
‘’Quench thirst.’’ says the woman as she pulls in her reel. ‘’good to, Elidi jug of potions don’t make enough for us all’’ before the barbarian woman grab a modest fish off a bone hook and put it in a bucket with other slim catches of the morning
Sparks can’t help but sigh ‘’we’ll get through this. We just got to be strong’’.
‘’even the strongest of us need to eat and drink’’ the freckled woman says ‘’but to eat and drink we need hope. Some have it- others don’t’’ she says handing Dhav the bucket ‘’can you take to galley?’’
‘’I’m hoping your among those that do’’ the half orc says as she accept the bucket of small, bony fish. ‘’Hope you get plenty of… eyes?’’
Dhav walk back down the decks to the ship galley where a dark skin human Paladin is cooking. Apparent is A golden tattoo of a rising sun on her left shoulder as she cooks outside of her well maintained and well used armor. Instead in stained naturally brown pants and a short sleeve simple gray shirt. The stewpot of thin gruel in-front of her being stir by her as a young elf child help by cutting up what little is going in today.
‘’Dula got some fish this morning Rowan’’ the wizard says with a forced smile- only to be greeted by a genuine smile from the Paladin of Lathander.
‘’Blessed dawn’’ the woman says as she accept the bucket ‘’Give thanks to Dula when you can.’’ She says as she make a bowl of thin gruel for the wizard.
‘’Thanks, how’s the water situation?’’
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