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Give me the final piece
Little lights that lead as far as I can see
Of all the billions of stars
That are the dreams of your friends
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♥♥♥♥♥♥So I'm a little c-c-crazy
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Get off my back
♥''You're curious but scared I'll give ya
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥A heart attack
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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Get off my back
♥''You're curious but scared I'll give ya
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥A heart attack
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Let's get mischievous
And polyamorous
Wine and women and wonderful vices
Welcome to the cult of Dionysus
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If you questioned why the crew of the Regulus was below deck, you’d only need to wait seconds before being reminded of the storm outside; rain pelting the portside, thunder clapping above deck, and wind bellowing around the boards of the ship. But you’d also hear life among the crewmates bunkering under the storm, laughter was happening, shouting, and the occasional hurl from someone; sometimes from drinking too much, or from sea sickness.

“I don’t know. She was down here when we raised the alarm to get below deck. She’s probably hiding around here somewhere, she can handle herself.” Dieter said leaning against the wall of the ship and crossing his arms as he spoke to Captain Yael Hellspear, giving his report after a head count. “Fine D. Anyways, you said Xavi reported we should be out of the storm within the night? Should keep us ontrack to our next destination.” Yael responded, Dieter nodding in response. “Relax Capt, the crew is enjoying themselves, so should you.” Captain Hellspear patted Dieter on the shoulder and nodded, Dieter standing up straight and returning the respects before the two stepped away from each other.

Xavi, the ship's navigator, had just reshuffled his deck, after giving out another tarot read to a crew member. Though he didn’t do these for free; he would ask for one half ration of alcohol per read, he knew better than to offer up quality services for free. He chuckled as Zae ruined Sari’s story telling. “Was it a ghost boat?” Xavi asked, bringing Sari’s attention to him for a moment. “I swore last time you told the story it was some sort of dragon.” He said, getting some laughter in response from some of the other crewmates. Sari’s stories were always spectacular, but the details would change just about every time she told them. Everyone knew Sari’s tales were true, but no one knew to exactly what degree unless they were there.

Between two of the storms thunderous roars, the starboard entrance to the main deck opening and quickly slamming shut, people glancing for a moment at who it was, but quickly going back to their activities and conversations after dismissing it. In the doorway stood a short woman with a rope tied around her waist, both dripping with water but a smile still on the woman's face. “Rosia! What in the sol’s ass were you doing out there? You could’ve been sent overboard, the wind could carry you with one breath.” Dieter said to the woman, Rosia, and walked over to her. “Aye, I’m fine. Had this rope around me and couldn’t be blown away. And I was just taking in the storm, it's a wild one. Last one I saw this bad was above New Dewrin.” She responded to Dieter and quickly dismissing his worries. He just let out a sigh and rolled his eyes at her.

Rosia was a unique addition to the crew since her old crew’s failed attack. Dieter was against her joining the crew, but his captain had other opinions, and didn’t help that Xavi spoke some other nonsense about it. It took them time to teach her the ways of a ship that didn’t spend all of it’s time smuggling and attacking other ships, but she did come with some advantages with her lack of worry and fear and experience in conflicts.

Rosia pulled the rope off of her waist and ruffled her wet hair, looking over at the sound of someone emptying their stomach into a bin. “Nym, you should see the skies out there.” She said with a smile, tossing the wet rope aside and leaving it for the cabin boy to pick up later, probably after Nym was done throwing up or when the store was over. “Nay. She shouldn’t. She needs to focus on her duties, and you making a mess isn’t helping.” Dieter chimed in before walking off. He was one of the few, if any others beside Captain Hellspear, knew the truth about Nym, so he did feel some sympathy watching a prince forced to do a servant's task.

Rosia rolled her eyes and took a seat at a nearby bench, sitting across from the man she heard rumored was a Sudakloren, and tapping on his book. “Hey there, whatcha reading about?” She asked, not really knowing it was a rude thing to do. But she was a bit fascinated by people reading books, when they could just watch something. Though that was also influenced by the fact she wasn’t given the attention to being taught to read during her previous life before the Regulus. “Aye Ros! Give the man some peace. Not everyone is able to keep up with your energy. He’s reading. Usually when a man reads, he wants peace. Much like I like peace when setting up my rituals and not rearranging my candles.” Xavi commented from a few tables over, before someone else sat across from him, setting a ration of alcohol on the table.