"Anything sound find to me." Tracey shrugged in agreement.

Captain Gala sighed scratching Coasts ears as he bounded back into the galley. "Cant argue with that logic. Let's get out the pie. I'll take Nicote's portion to his room. The rest of ye can clean up when yer done eatin'."

"Aye aye, sir!" Tracey said, finishing and standing to clear away her part of the table.


Nicote was busy cussing and cleaning off grease stains. His cat was....well, the mice weren't happy that day.

Coast whined appreciateively, tilting his head slightly so that the captian ended up scratching a certian spot near the base of his ear.

Axel gave a quick salute. "Aye Cap'n!" He chimed.

Captain Gala took a plate with a piece of pie and headed to Nicote's room. She rapped on the door and waited for her crewmate to answer.

Captian Sharky dished out the remaining pieces being sure to set one aside for his wife. "Well dig in mates. We be shovin' off again in the mornin'."

A good amount of selfish cussing came out and a disheveled Nicote appeared. Crskcign the door barely open. "What is it? Make it quick, that's trying to get out."

Gala raised an eyebrow at her frazzled subordinate. " Ye didnt return for desert so I brought your plate to you."

(I did not mean to say selfish or that hat was supposed to be a cat :p)

Nicote boinke.d "oh. Um, thanks." He took the plate whe bushing somethign away from the door with hi foot. "...Uh, is that all....?"

That's okay. I have double check every post I do because I am so horribly prone to typos. Especially when I'm tired and stressed. If I didnt double Check no one would know what I was trying to type LOL.


"Captain Gala smiled, "Just about. We be setting sail southwards in the mornin'."

Nciote jsut nodded and started to close the door when somethign crashed. Whih sent him swinging tomhe door shut and cussing in his native language at a ridiculous rate.

Especially when he tripped over a certain cat.

Today was not Nic's day hat was for sure.