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“Seriously?”, the First Mate’s cry echos over the beach as the Captain faces away from the cowering crew, cradling his furrowed brow . “Not even one month! We haven’t even had this blasted ship for one month, and you’ve already found the one Bahamut forsaken, pitiful excuse for an island in this whole ocean”.
“But sir, the storm, it came out of nowhere…” one of the crewmen starts to voice up.
“SHUT IT KARL!”, roars the Captain turning around, “ONE JOB, YOU HAD ONE JOB AND YOU STUFFED IT!”. Pausing, he gathers his composure with a deep breath. “Okay,” the Captain mutters, “we’re near a shipping lane, so it shouldn't take too long for help to come, but until then you’re confined to the small island and I don't want to hear one peep out of you about not having enough coconuts”.
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Evan Clarke
2020-02-08 07:02:34 +0000 UTC