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[Completely sleep-deprived and combating a very, very consistent voice in his head, Ace spoke darkly into his journal--not yelling, but still not hiding even a smidgen of menace from his tone.]

You're all supposed to be givin' it your all to get these ships clean and safe.

One of the back-sails on the Moon was loose. You realize we're at port, right? If that sail drops, the anchor ain't gonna stop it from plowin' into the pier.

So--who forgot to do their job the right way?

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[Logan hasn't been sleeping either, and when he does, Jean is there. And he can't handle the things he's been dealing with. Not only is he healing FAR too slow after that spar with Zoro, he has headaches and is cranky. Annoyed. If he had been on deck at all, he'd have punched the kid. Maybe. Maybe not. He got it... but...]

[He stalked off, ignoring the fight, the yelling and bitching. He's on ship and wandering away to his cabin, three claw marks running down the side of a wall, curling wood as he went, before disappearing into his cabin, door shut and body pressed into the door. Resting there he ran fingers through his hair, letting his claws come in and out, just to feel them move above his head and in his arms.]

[What the hell happened to Ace? He feels like he gets it. The moment his eyes close, trying to get some air, Jean is there... and he hates it.]