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Blistriel walked Fan through the process verbally, making sure to cause as much pain to the patient as possible, though the patient himself stayed unconscious through the whole of it. When, if, he woke, he would be in agony, but his arm would be healing and would work when it was actually fully healed. Of course, the woman didn't want to keep a scale-face in her infirmary so sent Stumpy out with Fan as soon as they were done fixing and binding the arm. Kay Sing stayed beside Fan the whole time, encouraging the draconian with just his presence alone as he wasn't much of a healer. The stretcher bearing men that had brought Stumpy in waited long enough to get the draconian back on the stretcher and escorted to the crew quarters in the hold where they settled him as best they could in a bunk against the wall.

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Tom and his posse returned from the other ship with sea charts in hand along with a few small boxes of uncut precious stones, some jewelry, and some rolls of silken fabric. They hadn't even really bothered to investigate the hold properly as Tom didn't feel it was necessary. Yarba had sank a ship for burlap and busts and Tom had simply skimmed riches off of the top of a sleeping ship. It was a fact that anyone could be smug about. By the time the orcish woman awoke, news of Tom's success would be all over and she would be shamed. He wouldn't even have to say a word himself.

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Mirehyu got all of Monkey's fingers back together again and had several men carry the lookout back to the Crow's Nest where he was dumped in an unoccupied corner to sleep it all off. Monkey's pants were worse for the wear as now one side was much much shorter than the other.

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Tannake got demoted when Tom came back. He fully intended to make her suffer for her failure to work. As for Travis, the draconian received a pat on the shoulder for taking good care of Hank and the promise that they would begin working on his sword practice the evening after they left the next port.

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Morning rose over the ocean. The waves were frisking things, rolling the ship playfully even as the seagulls flew near the sails. They were nearing land and would reach their port come noon or so, 'noon or so' being Hank's guesstimate and that only being deciphered from 'ooh uh so.' Bulwark took the helm from the old man, the troll's towering height making many give way so he could handle his task. Vohx stood stoically upon his shoulder as always, arms folded in front of her as she felt the currents and didn't bother to calm them. Cap'n Darkenby was still in his cabin, sleeping off whatever he needed to sleep off.

Yarba peeled her body away from the man she had enjoyed the night previous. She couldn't quite remember his name. B-something. I'll think of it later. Her sinuous walk was just as alluring now as it was the previous evening, but she had to rifle through her clothes first. The light through her porthole was enough to see by as she scooped her brassiere off the floor and attached it around her expansive chest. It took some maneuvering to get them to sit properly, pert the way she liked them. The rest of her lacy unmentionables came on next and she looked at herself in the mirror that she had attached to the wall, admiring her curves as she flounced her hair in several different ways over her shoulders. Eventually she selected a fresh white blouse from her sea-chest and a fresh set of pants as well. It didn't matter if the man was sleeping like the dead or watching her go about her morning rituals. He had coveted her body and she had used his and tonight they would be ashore. She could find herself a more experienced man then with a few more tricks up the sleeves of his pants. She refreshed her makeup, outlining her eyes with black. A brush ran through her hair, chasing away every knot she could come across before she swept it all back and tied the bandana in place. All of it had been done before the mirror, a silent witness of her beauty. So when she was done, Yarba simply turned and kicked the bed once. Rise and shine. It's time to get to work.

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Darly awoke when it was still dark out, surprised to find two leaden weights keeping her trapped down until she remembered that they were men. Then she purred a bit grumpily as she knew that she had to wake up and get breakfast going despite the fact that she wanted to sleep in comfortably. In the end, she simply rolled them off of her and out the door of her little room. They didn't weigh enough to keep her from doing so and she had been lifting the heavy cauldrons for most of her life. It was a quick thing to get changed into a pleasant dress and tie her old apron in place. As she came out of the room freshly dressed, she smiled and replaced the oil in the lanterns that had run out of fuel. Who wants to makes porridge?

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Jan pounded on bunks or posts in order to alert her new men that their shift was starting. Up an at'em, boys! We have work to do. Have to get this tub ship-shape for portside or we might be the crew stuck with the ship when everyone else gets to go have fun. And we don't want that!
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