Just… It's Some Fuckin Day Alright? And the Admiral is Bat-Shit Insane
It's cold as all hell here in the hold. Everyone is wet and huddled together trying to eak out something akin to normal body temperature, so we're going at it penguin-style; i.e: youngest in the middle while the eldest on the outskirts.
Okay so maybe not how penguins do it, but Shand'do, Jack (Jack's awake now btw… although he doesn't look long for the world, looks like Shand'do gave him some of the sleeping draught again) and the warrior trainer (what was his name again) insisted that the youngest of us get tucked into the center.
It's…
It's sweet, don't get me wrong, and it's definitely working (I'm only just shy of teeth-chattering cold as opposed to bone-ache-in-the-middle-of-winter cold).
It's just… Everyone smells like wet dog, myself included. I hate wet dog smell. It's so trivial too! I should just ignore it!
And I would, only as a worgen my sense of smell is several times better than that of a human's (trust me on that) but still, it's there and I can smell it and it won't go away.
I'm losing my Goddamned mind in the wooden tub. I need air, fresh air! And some room to move would be nice!
It would also be nice if the Admiral and his crew weren't hootin' and hollerin' at all hours of the day and night, throwing insults to the wind and laughing at the sea. You want to know who does that? Crazy People!
No, no please. Don't think about us poor civilians, whom you swore you would take to Teldrassil whole and hale, just continue to tempt the Universe into screwing up everything!
Hark look over on yonder rizen! Who is that I see? Ah! Tis my old friend, Murphy Law!
[insert exasperated, but slightly-amused sigh here]
I'm going to sleep again, maybe beg Shand'do for some of that draught so I can be put out of my misery. Wish me luck.
I gOt thE FUCkiNG sLEEp mEDS lOL