Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-11457306-20150105023350

(Ewww, Gold.)

Kaila rolled out of her hammock and put on her clothes and stomped into her boots. Groggily she climbed the stairs and joined the others in the gally, taking a seat between Ox and Denon. Breakfast was beans and hardtack and fried fish. Her meager portion would have barely made a snack for Ox, who had his own plate piled high.

The ever present rum dulled the boredom of the meal. Of course this was rotgut, not the good Stros M'Kai she'd had the day before.

"Good stuff, Cookie!" she called, holding up a forkful of fish. She always complimented him, whether she liked it or not. He usually treated her when no one was looking, to something special from the Captain's menu.

(Sorry, been taking care of my real life.   I have to go back to work tomorrow.)