Ooc; ... -Shot in vital areas for the sap-
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In the dead of the night, everything could be picked apart. A busy cook packing up the last meal's leftovers, thinking of the girls above them; a dark first mate lumbering from the deck to the cabin, thinking of his new purpose in life by a rubber man; a cheery captian already snoring in a hammock, thinking of his promise by a one-armed pirate's hat; a stern navigator reading over scrolls once more, thinking of a her idea by a now-lively town.
A lonely sharpshooter watching out of a nest, thinking of his lies by the need to illusion the situation.
A lamentable doctor staring at the sea, thinking of his book by the need to delusion what he was.
A high wind forcing the lonely sharpshooter to find a blanket, only to return with a lamentable doctor that fit well as a fluffy teddybear.
