Tracey chuckled lightly and sipped her soup
"Him being less grumpy? If he smiles then that's the day I take a dip in the ocean. And I hate water."

The zolnixi whined softly, then gestured with a head tilt to the top of the crate. Sure enough, that's where the glasses were laying.

Not that Nicote was noticing. "Huh? He slowly reached out his hand, until he finally found hem. "Oh. Thanks. J guess." He out them on, hen frowned. "What he- oh ***, grease stains..." he felt his way back to his mess of a cabin, grumbkung.

Coast waved his tail at the thanks, let out a yip, then took off again, scampered back down to the kitchen.

Captain Sharky chuckled as he dipped some bread into his soup. "He never was the warmest of personalities, although I've not met a better hand at ship repairs." His wife nodded, "Aye you're right there me heart. After everyone's been fed we need to hold a meetin' to discuss where we should sail next. Not much news of pirates around this port."

Its awfully quiet in here.

Phnom aqaje
Ish
I'm procastinating

....
Que?

I apparently don't speak English. I translate from fishspeak.

and still prorcastinating

Sharky shrugged, "They tend to like the wilder places. Especially the islands. We could try further south and see what news we pick up along the way. I'm not much for tryin' up north. Not much up there sea goin' types of any sort be interested in."