03-03-2017, 08:19 PM
Walking off into the confines of his Ship-To-Be, he returns with a large length of heavy rope and his previous parchment works gone. A swift leap off the rail onto the dock leads him to standing nearby the Gnome before he waves him to follow his lead to the end of the dock.
"Ya asked fer it just be remembering that. This ol' trick was something me pop did back in the day to the crew if they had the shakes after a storm or those dealing with the harsh head banging o' the drink. I took to it faster than a Greeny to fighting but ain't the same for most folk. Yer ta report here each dawn o' a new day and I'll get ya prepped for the recoup. Understood?"
At the end of the dock he simply stands with the rope in hand before pulling out and swigging back a chunk of what looked to be rum from a musty old bottle.
"Ya asked fer it just be remembering that. This ol' trick was something me pop did back in the day to the crew if they had the shakes after a storm or those dealing with the harsh head banging o' the drink. I took to it faster than a Greeny to fighting but ain't the same for most folk. Yer ta report here each dawn o' a new day and I'll get ya prepped for the recoup. Understood?"
At the end of the dock he simply stands with the rope in hand before pulling out and swigging back a chunk of what looked to be rum from a musty old bottle.
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)