Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30384301-20170912143146/@comment-26888167-20170915045109

Captain Red Shell: We'll be marooned! Beware!

Blue Ocean: Where will we land?

Captain Red Shell: As long as we don't end up in Davy Jones' Locker, we'll be fine.

Sting: Some captain this is...

Captain Red Shell: Avast ye! Or you'd rather walk the plank?

Sting: There is no plank now.

Captain Red Shell: Quiet or you'll be feeding the sharks.

Sting: (rolls her eyes) Whatever.

Crunch: I wanna be feeded!

Red Fork: Me too!

Sting: How much longer will this take?