[ audio parrot to everyone on the Coup de Chance ]

[pelagically]

[ Said parrot's wings are banded with seafoam green, and said message is delivered in the utterly relaxed tone of someone who could do this in his sleep. ]

This is a message from Captain Odair.

There's been a slight change in course. We will be attempting to dock at Nuevo Paramo at the next dawn. As we've all been informed by Commodore Shepard, this will be no easy venture. I want all capable hands on deck tomorrow morning so that we may graciously meet our welcoming committee.

I need not remind you that we are in pursuit of the Silver Sextant and will not rest until we retrieve it. Keep your eyes and ears open for new information; it appears to be everywhere these days. Any new knowledge is to be brought to me post-haste.

Godspeed, men.


Oh, one more item of note — if our navigator is correct, Dante, we'll be needing your services tonight.

Comments

[johannamason]

Take me back already.

[pelagically]

Back? Take you back where?

[johannamason]

To land, idiot. This isn't funny.

[pelagically]

I assure you, we'll make it to land. What I don't understand is why you're so eager to leave.

[johannamason]

Oh, I'd be happy to demonstrate on you since you'd conveniently forgotten. How did we even get here? Why are you acting weirder than usual?

[pelagically]

We set course for Nuevo Paramo five months ago, Mason. I'd expect any first mate worth her mettle to remember that. You're the strange one! Are you quite sure you're feeling well?

[johannamason]

Why would I suddenly be okay with a boat. What the hell is Nuevo Paramo?

[pelagically]

I think you need to lie down. Talk like that around the wrong people will get you hanged.

[johannamason]

We both know you wouldn't kill me. We played that Game already.

[pelagically]

Of course I wouldn't. I never said I would. Things will be fairly different when we approach our ever-gracious Commodore, to say the least.

[johannamason]

Who? Shepard? He's an asshole, but we already went over this- they don't even torture here. It's like Island Amateur Hour.

[pelagically]

They don't torture here! I'd swear on this ship that you get cuter every day.

[johannamason]

Last time you called me cute, they had to airlift you out on a medi-hovercraft.

Where's Annie?

[pelagically]

A long way from here. Why do you think we're in search of the Sextant?