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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Queenie" data-source="post: 6886647" data-attributes="member: 8058">Kat slowly tapped her slim fingers on the gnarled wood of the table in front of her as she gazed into the beverage waiting for her there. She had been extremely pleased with the initiative of her crewmates to speak with the feared Captain, still, she was unhappy. Her soul yearned to be on the sea, anyone looking deep into her eyes would find a tempest of swirling turquoise there to match the stormiest of nights. She belonged on the sea, TO the sea some would say. The tug of their mission was pulling her to the depths and she was barely hanging on for dear life, though she hid it well. Every time she overcame an obstacle it seemed three more materialized and she had to dig deeper and deeper into her soul to go on.  It did not help she'd been unable to scratch any of her usual itches that helped numbed her heart, body and mind to her pain.The tapping stopped and her fingers wrapped around her mug, pulling it to the air. "We have an accord, Captain." She drank from her cup and waited until the others did the same. "Now, it seems we have a lot to do, and little time to do so, so I hope you do not consider us rude. If you have any information that might be of help we would certainly appreciate it."</blockquote>