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[A hell of a lot of commotion can be heard.]

You don't have permission to be on this ship, beast. I suggest you find a lair elsewhere.

[Then a loud, hissing snarl bellows out as he advances on it. The creature lunges for him, then cries out as Crocodile grabs the large sea serpent by the throat, squeezing hard. It thrashes in his grip, the tail smashing against the deck and anything nearby.]

Hm...On second thought, perhaps you'll make a decent meal. So many new species here to investigate, I'm sure some of you must a high-quality taste.

[There's a sudden, sickening squelch. The sound of a hook tearing through flesh as he delivers a killing blow. Then a thump as he drops it to the deck. His footsteps get louder as he finally finds his journal, which had been knocked over in the beginning.]

Ah, there we are. I suppose I'll have to keep this in a more secure location.

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Should we be searching the ship to make sure it didn't have any friends?

Feel free. It's troublesome for me to move around below deck.

Aye, these ships were not designed for anyone tall.

Not a matter of worry. I've constructed a good enough place for myself above deck.

Must be we hardly see you.

I prefer to keep to myself.

Eeeh? What did you find? Where did you find it? Was it tasty?

I can hardly know that before it's been properly cooked. While I can understand that you could eat it raw like the mountain monkey you are, I prefer a bit of proper preparation.

Where'd you find it? I'll catch it myself! [it sounds delicious whatever it is]

I didn't mean to catch it, it simply came on board.

Maybe it thought you looked tasty. [he thinks about this] What a weird fish.

I assume it was looking for either nourishment or safety. It found neither.

[Yeah. It found Crocodile] Why would a fish think out of the water is safe?

[unless]

Oi, maybe there's something even tastier chasing it! You should go see!

It could be amphibious, you know.

[tilts head] It can use both fins to write?

[if that's the case then...]

You should give it a piece of paper and see.

That's ambidextrous, you idiot!

What's the difference?

One is breathing on land or in water, the other just means you can use both hands equally well.

Oh so it's a mystery fish. [Too bad Crocodile already killed it] They have some really weird stuff here.

[and he wants to go see it damnit. Everyone is having fun but him]

I wanna go somewhere cool.

I don't think our needs or comfort are a matter the forces that brought us here care about, boy.

Yeah. [it's like that everywhere, though.]

Once we get a navigator we're going to find our own mystery fish. [and a lot of other cool things, too] Maybe even ambifibous ones.

Good job, Ser Crocodile! May I request that you clean it topside before bringing it down to our tiny galley? I have little enough room to work and if that creature is as large as it sounded, I would be most appreciative if only edible parts were brought below.

Clean it? It's not my job to clean it.

Tradition in my war party was that the hunter cleaned the kill. However, if you insist, I shall be up shortly with my blades. I think I cleaned away all of the poison from their last use. If not, I'll be sure to save the first steak for your plate, Ser Crocodile.

It'll take more than a bit of toxin to kill me.

Are you certain the thing is even edible? On my way.

Only one way to find out. Perhaps we should ask the locals.

Where is Boris? Ask him to smell it. If he is as much cat as he appears, he should be able to tell us if it smells odd. You know the Captain is not going to like it, if we get guts all over his deck.

Can you hook that thing and hold it over the railing for me to slice its belly when I get there?

That should be simple enough. I will offer to also dry out the meat for storage, should it come to that.

IS THAT ALL THAT I AM AND MY NOSE IS TO YOU?!?!

Edited 2013-10-06 02:38 (UTC)

This brings your useful skills set up to 1. My congratulations, you actually serve a purpose.

[Elissa emerges from below decks dressed in her 'new' normal attire of linen shirt, waistcoat, pants and over-the-knee boots. Her longsword and dagger are carried upon her back in a breakaway leather harness that is attached to the belt about her waist. Her steps hesitate for a moment when she gets a look at the thing Croc has defeated and her brows draw downward as she eyes it.]

What is that?

[She smiles to Boris and then looks up and up a little more and up just a tad more to nod at Crocodile.] Are you sure you wish to try to eat this?

A serpent or eel of some sort. What does it look like? We can't turn down useful food stores, there may come a time when we can't be picky.

True, especially if you think this can be dried with any success.

[Heaving a sigh, the woman reaches up to slide her longsword from her back. The runes upon it gleam blue as if they are glowing.]

We should really make certain it is edible before we go to all of that trouble, however.

[Carefully, Elissa cuts a chunk of flesh from the beast, letting the wedge slide out upon the deck. Taking her hunting knife from her belt, she carves an even smaller piece, stabs it, and lifts it to her face to experimentally sniff at it.]

Is Boris still listening on the journal?

He had better be listening. I'm not waiting all day.

And what makes you think that I will do that you old senile fart?

[Elissa steps closer to Croc with the piece of meat still speared upon her hunting knife.]

Will you do it as a favor to me, Boris? It was my suggestion that your heightened senses might be able to tell us something about this meat that we, ourselves, cannot detect.

Because you value your existence.

[First to the old man AKA Crocodile.]

My existence? So what of it? It doesn't matter.

[Now to Elissa who.... Why is her voice coming from Croc's journal?!]

.... As long as you don't get too close to the senile old fart I will do it.

Sometimes a life only matters when it's being taken painfully from you.

[Elissa looks up at Croc in near exasperation and very nearly reaches up to try to place a fingertip over his mouth.]

Boris, we are both on deck, but I shall move near to the sea creature, if that will allow you to help us. If we can safely determine that this beast is not toxic, we may have a supply of meat.

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