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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ringmereth" data-source="post: 2962401" data-attributes="member: 33915">As the last of the meal is consumed and the conversation turns from strategy to socializing, the cook returns with a bucket of suds and a rag to clean the table, and the adventurers quickly depart from the galley. Walking out onto the ship's main deck, the time passed at dinner is apparent in the dark night sky above the foggy sea. By this time, a few of the Thresher's crew have taken up the evening's first watch. No other passengers linger on deck. Doral is the first to seperate from his companions after his supper; while the others spill onto the deck he quietly pads up the stairs and onto the galleon's bridge. Centered upon it is the ship's wheel, and next to it the captain sits with one hand supporting his head and the other maintaining a light hold on the helm. He raises his head and turns towards the half-elf studying the wheel. "Ah, ev'nin to yeh..." he says, a bit sleepily, and looks questioningly at Doral. "Somethin' yeh need?"</blockquote>