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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Taokanf" data-source="post: 3898008" data-attributes="member: 43870">A thin scream just outside the door shook Camille herself out of the rather pleasant daydream of slapping some sense into Starkweather. Swearing to herself softly, she hurled herself out on deck and into a scene straight out the Catholic bible. She gaped, momentarily taken aback by the sheer scale of the blaze, but the distraction was only temporary and within moments she had moved down the stairs and onto the main deck, searching for where she would be of most use. Her eyes widened in horror as they landed on Øyvind's bungling attempts to use the winch. "Merde!" He'll break it at this rate! The open bum flap on her pajamas flapped in the breeze, giving a lovely view of her behind as she elbowed her way through the chaotic mess toward the winch, stumbling in her haste and shouting, "Make way! Make way, damn you!"</blockquote>