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In the middle of the ship, underneath the tall and imposing bridge building of the ship, stands Captain Abraham and his three closest crewmates ( The QUARTERMASTER, FIRST MATE, NAVIGATOR) at a makeshift stage they made out of driftwood. Only a handful of oil lanterns lighting the stage, it casts an eerie glow across the four people on the stage.
Dozens on dozens of sailors and other crewmates on the ship surround the makeshift stage. None of them seem to remotely care about the raging storm pouring above them and soaking them to the bone. Ashley and Adam stand at the edge of the crowd, clearly uncomfortable by whatever's going on here. They seem to relax upon seeing you but that comfort is wasted away when Abraham points a finger at you.
"WHILE OUR CREW MAY HAVE DESTROYED THEIR SUBMARINES, THE DAMNATION OF THOSE BLAMPHEOUS PIRATES ULTIMATELY LIES AT YOUR FEET, NICOLE SMITH. AND FOR YOUR EXCELLENT COMBAT PROWESS, WE MUST GIVE YOU THE GREATEST PRAISE FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE FOR US. NAY, PERHAPS MY ULTIMATE MISSION MAY BE COMPLETED WITH YOUR ASSISTANCE!" What little you can see of his eyes fills you with a sense of otherworldly dread. Bright orange irises that seem to dance along with the oil lamps burning around him.
"CREW! DO THEY NOT DESERVE A RALLYING CRY? WHY ARE YOUR LUNGS SO FULL OF AIR? WHY IS THE AIR SO QUIET? SHALL THE ONLY SOUND HEARD IN THIS RAGING STORM BE MY OWN PITIFUL CRIES? NAY, I WILL NOT ACCEPT THAT! CRY OUT, CREW! CRY LIKE THE SIRENS OF YESTER YEAR! CRY FOR THEM! CRY A GLORIOUS CHANT FOR THEM!" He stomps his foot onto the driftwood stage. <<span class="mu-b">"Perhaps if we shout out loud enough, if my leadership is good enough, we can earn some respect from that damnable ship. If only. If only."</span>>
The sheer volume of the rallying cry damn near deafens you. You and your allies immediately have to cover your ears from how fucking loud they're shouting. You and your allies share nervous glances between each other. What sort of fucking ship did you agree to get stuck on?
A crewmate grabs you by the shoulder and drags you over to the stage. You barely have time to fight before you're shoved onto the stage alongside you and your allies. "EVEN THIS LAND LUBBER WITH THE HORNS OF A DEER IS A BETTER CREWMATE THAN HALF OF YOU! SHAMEFUL. IF WE ARE TO REACH OUR ZENITH, OUR ULTIMATE GOAL, YOU MUST FOLLOW HER STANDARD!"
The screaming chorus of "AYE AYEs", "YES, CAPTAIN ABRAHAM", and other hollow and empty victory screeches fills your heart with dread. Fuck, what the hell is he using you for?
"NOW. NICOLE. IT IS TIME FOR YOUR REWARD. PLEASE. PICK YOUR REWARDS FOR YOU AND YOUR CREW. WE ARE OBLIGATED FOR YOUR GLORIOUS SERVICE TODAY!" You doubt he's going to let you go until you finish this twisted award show. Might as well get it over with.
<<span class="mu-b">"Perhaps. Perhaps if she brings good luck to this crew, we won't have to face that damn ship. But who am I fooling?"</span>>
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