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Date Posted: 17:10:19 07/07/04 Wed
Author: Vosachi Wefza
Subject: Re: Xan Smokespire is in a foul mood.....
In reply to: Xan 's message, "Xan Smokespire is in a foul mood....." on 13:31:34 05/23/04 Sun

"Cap'n?" An agitated searat tapped his captain on the shoulder inside his cabin, his red admiral hat with it's single multi-hued pecock feather tipped low over his eyes.
"Ye? Got summat on yer mind, Bootjaw?"
The voice was rough, rasping and dry. As Captain Vosachi looked up, his muzzled face was gray streaked silver, left eye patched over with a dark leather piece, his single right eye blazing golden yellow. His left paw was a stump; he had a ship's hook in place. He was sitting with his chair tipped against the side of the cabin as it rocked back and forth.
"Summat to report? I take's it we hit land." Casually he tipped back the chair to stand up, and grimaced at the searat. "Don't jes' stand there, call out all paws, ye blaggard!" As the rat hastened out of the cabin, Vosachi shoved him aside and gracefully strode out into the warm weather.
"Lookout! Where be land?" Despite his rasping voice, the lookout managed to hear him. They all had to learn, or face the ship's cat's sharp claws.
"Land! Awa' east!"
Soon they sighted a dock. There were taverns ringing all over the place, but he didn't really like the feel of the place. Something was wrong. "This be a place to restock our supplies then. First mate, break out all th' weapons!"
They docked their ship and lashed it to the docks, tossing out ropes, and eighty searats and one fox leapt and headed for the nearest tavern, weapons at the ready.

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