Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140421012810/@comment-5543592-20140423212454

Calico, who was now slightly more sober, clambered out of the muck and onto dry land, and he began wringing his clothes out methodically. He was tempted to sing a shanty while he worked, but had been verbally attacked the last time he did, so decided it was best to stay silent.