>>6198253>>6198263You nod at Burstock and announce the plan. There are nods of approval all round and a sigh of relief from Karl when you announce it will be Highball going on the mission not him.
Karl puts out a cigarette into an empty coffee can.
<span class="mu-s">"With that in mind, I think I'll drift back below."</span>
He does a small smile and walks down the wooden steps.
Mike taps the ships guard rail.
<span class="mu-i">"I'll wait on deck until you come back. Just in case there's anything to see or shoot."</span>
The Rampart's light is now a speck on the horizon. Satisfied chirps can be heard as it begins to lower. A zig zag pattern, like she's checking the island.
Jorn stretches.
<span class="mu-r">"I could eat. That cool, skip?"</span>
Richter, unsure of what to do, flexes.
Burstock winces at the Rampart's light.
<span class="mu-b">"Shweps if we left right now, how long would it take us to get to the island?"</span>
Everton turns her head and spits off the side of the ship, you don't see it land but you hear that it skips a few times.
<span class="mu-i">"'Bout 40 minutes, half an hour. I'd be matchin' your speed so we arrive as a group."</span>
Burstock nods and steps out of her boots. The avails of herself of the rest of her clothes in a shimmy that takes a second or less. Mike stares over his shoulder then goes back to looking at the island.
Burstock bundles up her clothes into a shoulder bag.
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