Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

Calvin drops the tools and raft making materials, and gathers up his writing materials from around the fire.

“I’ll take the first watch, if no one minds.” He sits by the fire with his broken mast at hand.
 

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Maggan

Writer for CY_BORG, Forbidden Lands and Dragonbane
"Right, mateys. Wake me when it's my turn!

Safari flops down next to the fire and tries to get some sleep.
 

Nikosandros

Golden Procrastinator
The parrot also lands close to the fire and tries to settle down with some quite awkward movements. Eventually he somehow settled down and closes his eyes.
 


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The first watch passes quietly. After only two days at sea, the surviving crew of the Tarantula are sleeping on solid ground again, and after the events of the last 24 hours, all but Calvin quickly drop into a deep sleep, despite Scaggs snoring loudly enough to wake the dead.

As Calvin prepares to wake Knives, he hears the boy screaming in terror and pain.
 

Calvin grabs his weapon and rushes over to where the boy is sleeping, keeping an eye out for danger.

He nudges whoever is closest to his path to Knives, to wake them, and continues on.

He looks around as he approaches to see if there are any enemies, or if it seems that Knives is having a nightmare.
 

Nikosandros

Golden Procrastinator
Calvin grabs his weapon and rushes over to where the boy is sleeping, keeping an eye out for danger.

He nudges whoever is closest to his path to Knives, to wake them, and continues on.

He looks around as he approaches to see if there are any enemies, or if it seems that Knives is having a nightmare.
The Parrot sways groggily and then flies after Calvin.
 

KoolMoDaddy-O

Explorer
Burn Tokwith lurches upward from the sandy spot where he collapsed upon their return from the northern camp, muscles exhausted and stomach sick and empty. He spots Calvin huddled over the screaming Knives.

Cannibalism! Clearly Calvin's hunger had overtaken his reason and the poor boy was about to become supper for the castaways. Tokwith supposed it was inevitable, he just didn't think the group would resort to it so soon.

Ah well, there was no point in denying necessity. Might as well make the best of it. Tokwith staggers over in the darkness, anticipating a slice of long pig for himself.
 

Maggan

Writer for CY_BORG, Forbidden Lands and Dragonbane
Maybe the last to spring to his feet, Safari groggily grabs his runic machete, fervently looking around the campsite, trying to make sense of what's going in. Then his eyes turn to the sea, dreading what he will see rising from the waves.
 


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