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Message: <blockquote data-quote="firehorse" data-source="post: 2425388" data-attributes="member: 10399">Valdir eventually makes his way spluttering and spitting out seawater to the main deck.  Grabbing his bow, he searches for a foul harpy to vent his frustrations on.  Unfortunately, the only one around is laying bleeding to death on the deck.  "No sport in that..."Looking around, Valdir looks around for the captain, a glint of malice in his eyes.  "Doesn't need our help, eh!," he mutters to himself.  "If it wasn't for us, his friggen crew would be swimming after the harpies.  I ought to make him a pincushion just for his arrogance."  Of course, in his anger, he completely ignores the fact that he was one of those swimming after the harpies.</blockquote>