tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
Well, at least Raza doesn't seem too pissed at you for being late. Pressing a hand to Milo's shoulder as jobs are divvied up, you exhale a heavy, long-suffering sigh and follow behind Jack, grabbing a crowbar as you go. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on th'ruffian," you explain to nobody in particular. "Fucker's like as not t'leave th'whole damn bar lookin' like a boat."
So saying you begin to tear up the planks, wedging the end of your crowbar under rotting wood and stepping on it for leverage - it's not work that your arm is likely to forgive. "How's it feel, princess, doin' th'first day'a honest work'a yer life?" you tease the captain as you work, waggling eyebrows at his scrawny physique and stifling a smirk.
Zephsupervises helps Jack with the planks.
So saying you begin to tear up the planks, wedging the end of your crowbar under rotting wood and stepping on it for leverage - it's not work that your arm is likely to forgive. "How's it feel, princess, doin' th'first day'a honest work'a yer life?" you tease the captain as you work, waggling eyebrows at his scrawny physique and stifling a smirk.
Zeph
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