Monday, July 29, 2013
A Moment Below Decks
The captain still has not made an appearance, though it has been six days now since the events on Zante. The party has carefully packed all their loot away now, to keep it from the prying eyes of the shipmates, but now and then Jacobo and Anders have both dropped very definite hints that they could say something if not for their "very dear friendship with fellow adventurers," such as the party. "It's a shame others can't see how much you took from that mountain," says Jacobo to Maximillian on the Sunday morning. "Yep. That's a real shame."
On the evening of the 8th, the ship steadily heaving all of five feet a minute, yet in a generally southeastern course, there's a violent ruckus on the deck below, that draws some Andrej and Lukas from their cabin, and Maximillian and Ahmet from the upper deck, along with any hands who are free to go look.
The sight is the cook, Maurice, his forehead cut wide open with a broken plate, the deck outside the Captain's cabin awash with soup and stewed beef, the captain's cabin door slamming closed and the barely-heard but unquestionable railing of the captain behind the closed door, at the top of her lungs. Those aft and on deck chance to hear the last said a bit louder.
"I only wanted her to eat," says Maurice. The general feeling of the crew to this, and for the next hours thereafter, is the desire for the same.
Knowing Andrej or Maximillian might rush to aid, be it known that Maurice would shrug off such attention, preferring to dress the wound proudly and hope it scars well.