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[zestofthesea]

Captain Dominguez

Trade citrus fruit for off-world foods, hire the crew of the Limoncello as privateers for combat, or simply join Royal for a pint and a game of cards.

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[cacophonish]

"Oh."

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......

Jeff looks around, squinting out at the ocean, trying to find some trace of the island, before turning back to Royal again and shrugging helplessly.

"Well, fuck, man!"

There's a somewhat shrill note to his voice. It's all kind of a lot, you know, processing the fact that Marrow Isle sank, and everyone might be trapped on some chick's evil ship, and the only people who can save them are him and a crew of dead dudes.

At least the dead dudes are competent.

"Where do we start? We just gotta go, uh, like, the opposite direction of the current, right? That'll lead us to 'em, right?"

[zestofthesea]

"Aye, if they're close. Though I rather doubt it. Ye don't happen to know which direction ye lost yer friends in, do ya? Might give us a start," Royal suggests. He lays off the puns while the discussion is serious. Perhaps they simply don't come to mind as easily in a pinch.

In the meantime, the other members of the crew begin working to steer the ship. The simplest answer is to follow the winds.

[cacophonish]

Jeff furrows his brows, really trying to set his mind to it. He's got no clue about, fuck, any of this. With the rain, the waves, the sameness of the water all around him... Once he lost sight of the island, he pretty much lost track of everything.

He can't be the only one who made it off the island. If Jeff's responsible for the rescue, then they're all screwed.

...fuck.

He looks at Royal helplessly, then.

Wait.

LIGHTBULB!

"Oh! I can help! The-- that piece of wood I was floating on? It came from town! If we fish it out, I can do, like--" He wiggles his fingers. "Magic shit. It could help us track them!"

[zestofthesea]

"Magic shit!" Royal exclaims, which sounds utterly hilarious in the comical pirate voice. "Very good, Mr. Calhoun! You heard him, men, get the seeds outta yer ears! Fetch our guest his raft so we can pulp those pests aboard the wicked Stag Beetle!"

"AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!" the skeletons bellow back, Spongebob style. And within a few minutes the crew is hauling the driftwood Jeff had been riding onto the deck.

"Can ye chart us a course with this, matey?"