Voice;

[hiken]

[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?

Comments

[thatched]

[not too long later]

Namur. Get everyone ashore. Now.

[Voice]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur is blown forward by Ace's Will. He grabs the rail and fights to maintain consciousness. Shit in a seashell, what is that jellybrain doing? He turns in time to watch Marco tackle Ace off the side of the ship. So when Thatch's voice filters through the journal a minute later he isn't surprised.]

What, got someone else goin' nuts? Ace jus' left.

[Voice]

[thatched]

Just do it.

[he doesn't know. He just knows what Marco said and if anyone else is losing it he doesn't want anyone to get trapped]

[Voice]

[om_nom_namur]

[SIIIIGH]

Fine. What's our gather spot?

[Voice]

[thatched]

Where Marco and I are. You'll see us. [a beat because he remembers how things really are] Thanks.

[Voice]

[om_nom_namur]

Yup.

[And off he goes, to herd people onto shore.]