Thirty-Six Bells: [Written/Action]

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[Written:]

In light of my new duties as first lieutenant of the LES Britannia, impending matrimony, and being bloody terrible at running a foodhouse, I shall soon retire as the owner of Cloud Nine. I'd like to continue to work a few shifts, of course, but the club will need new management. Which brave soul will shoulder the task?

-A. Kennedy

[Action only: He is enjoying the last night of the voyage, simply meditating upon the lovely roll of the ship beneath him. It's chilly out, and he can see his breath, but he doesn't mind, wrapped up tightly in his heavy wool greatcoat. Softly he sings a song swallowed by the night, evidenced mainly by the mist of it in the air around his lips.]

The maiden, oh, the maiden oh.
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
A maid that is young,
A maid that is fair,
A maid that is kind and pleasant, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!

Comments

[voice]

[simplestgift]

What does he do?

[voice]

[all7seas]

Told you already! Annoying bastard, mostly! And he's.....


He's hung up on her. Still. In love with her, or something. [That much was easy to see.] Calls me "toothbrush guy" and "new boy."

[voice]

[simplestgift]

...Well. If it's any consolation, I'd tell him to leave, too.

[voice]

[all7seas]

It is, rather. Leastaways I know I'm not......mad. Where that's concerned.

[voice]

[simplestgift]

No, you're not.