Swashbucklers

From Technomancer

The salt spray splashed into Cameron's eyes as the galleon cut through the grey seas. Lashed to the splintered figurehead, he could only stare helplessly down into the depths of the ocean.

You shout down from above, "Are you quite enjoying the view?"

Shaking his head to clear long strands of dark hair out of his mouth, Cameron yelled back, "Yes, lovely. Do I have you to thank you for this, Quentin?"

"Ah, Cameron," You reply, "As much as I'd like to take credit for this, I can't." You lean over the side, ever so careful not to muss up your finery or scuff your shiny black boots.

Cameron coughed harshly as the ship heaved and the ropes tightened against his abdomen.

You laugh aloud, and say:




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