Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150107015641/@comment-5543592-20150107040905

(Fishy, is this going to be like Master and Commander, little ship beats big ship?)

Ox let the party go on. He needed to go have alone time. He retrieved his boarding ax and went below deck. He heard the captain's order, or at least thought he did, which meant he'd be going up against some knife-ears soon. He sat down in his armory, returning the boarding ax to it's position. He took inventory of weapons. Some were missing. A couple axes, mainly swords, were missing.

He sits in a chair and puts his legs up. He stares up at the ceiling. He gets bored, and takes turns covering his eyes, skewing his depth perception. Ox wondered what it would be like to have one eye. It'd probably suck.