Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-25912051-20150105043213

(Back!!!)

Ramol woke and nearly fell out of his hammock probably slightly hungover from a lot of rum. He pulled his jacket and pants on and made his way to the mess hall. He got there and smelled the air. Aaaahh, I miss the smell of unidentifiable slop. He made a plate and sat by frolgar. "Good morning I don't believe we have met yet. My name is Ramol."