Hi all! Terribly sorry about the shortness of this chapter, it's been a hectic week, not to mention the fact that I have been under the weather. Sniffle Anyone got a kleenex?
Sarah K-O-M: Yum! (munching) Thesh are weally good. swallow Oh, sorry, I don't usually talk with my mouth full…As for your question, I guess we'll just have to read, no? (munch) Hmmmm Yummy!
Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho: O.o
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Pain, all she felt was pain. Katrina groaned, forcing her eyes open she stared up at a wooden ceiling. Shouldn't it be sky? Last she remembered, she was lying on a piece of deck in the middle of the ocean.
But she wasn't lying on a hard piece of deck, she was in a soft cot, much softer than her straw stuffed mattress on the White Tiger. She tried to move but found herself restricted. Looking down, Katrina noticed her left arm was in a sling and her ribs were bound. Turning her head to the side she saw a large desk covered with maps and navigational instruments.
Light cast itself in a grid like pattern from the large paned windows somewhere past her feet. Lazy dust motes danced and drifted in the muted light. Watching the soothing sight, Katrina grew drowsy, allowing the darkness to claim her again.
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I told you it was short. But at least I got something up, right?
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