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by RahRadio14 on Wed Mar 26, 2014 1:59 pm
Lenda chooses to stick with the cook, as much as she wants to explore this new found world, Lenda rather dip her toe into the water slowly. The cook and her both deemed this a good time to clean the ship while the other are gone and stock up on ready made foods. After cleaning the deck till it shined which was a rather pointless task since it would become dirty in a matter of seconds, she moved on to other tasks, such as coiling the rope like the cook showed her, gathering and organizing the supplies.
After helping cook clean out the stores, Lenda sets up the tasks of making dried goods out of left over, meat, fish, bread, and fruits. With the help of the cook both set up a temporary rig on the hottest sport on the deck to dry the gathered ingredients. Seasonings and spices where sprinkled to add flavor. Spoiling fruits where put in barrels with water to turn to wine and beer. Hard biscuits where baked and packaged in air tight tins to save. The back up stores finished. The cook sets Lenda to the washing. She collects all the bedding and laundry to wash. In her opinion the people needed it, this smelled foul! With a plugged noes Lenda draws water that has been purified of salt into a huge boiling tube. Using a wooden spoon to stir the contents. After adding soap powder she stir the tube two more times before carefully taking the clothes and wringing them on a laundry board. Finally the liens are set out to dry on the ship. Through out her cleaning out the stores Lenda found several abounded clothes, ranging from dress, pirate shirts, more corsets, and boots. Taking the things that fit Lenda stored them into a handy sack she found.
The chores where dull and boring but with determination they went by fast. After putting together a small meal that would feed some of the crew that came back to the ship. The cook sent Lenda out to the pantry to find a herb needed for the fish soup he was making.
It had been hard to locate the pantry at first what with all the doors on the ship, and Lenda's still not knowing the door plan. Lenda found a door that looked sort of like the one that the cook described.
Huh... thats strange it won't open? She tried the key that the cook gave her. It did unlock the handle but when she tried to push on the door. She found it wouldn't open like some type of bolt was placed on the inside. What would they need to protect that would need an inside bolt?
A loud masculine growl confirmed her questions.
Lenda might be a tart, and sometimes a fool that doesn't know when to shut up but she knows danger when she sees it. Lenda knew that there was various people in the world, not everyone could be as nice as the captain. Some souls where probably as evil as Hitler.
double locked doors and growling?
Sounds like a horror movie in the happening. There was a reason why whoever was on the other side was locked there. Lenda didn't like being trapped as much as the next person but this really wasn't her ship. So reluctantly she locked the handle again.
The growls behind the door grew more ferocious, and the door began to rattle and shake.
To scared to move Lenda just stared.
Why didn't she just try one of the other fucking similar doors besides this one!
It was at this point a guard appeared down the hall. He first notices the panicking Lenda who had started to hyperventilating and was running nervous hands in her hair. The guard tall and intimating he sent a harsh glare at Lenda.
"I take one bathroom break and someone comes and tries to open the door!" He yells his bright red eyes flash in his scared face. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
Lenda at first cowed places her hands on her hips in righteous anger. "Me! ME!" she screams, "Who the FUCK. Are you huh? How the hell am I suppose to know that i'm not suppose to open this god damn door! The all look the same! But a label on it!" Lenda's voice reaches a new high.
The guard winces at her volume but continues on with his rant. "You need a ke-" he stops when he sees the keys in Lenda's grip.
Lenda scowls. "So your telling me that the same key for the pantry opens a holding cell? Can you not see how stupid this is?"
Before the guard can give back a snarky comment most likely against Lenda's IQ. The door fly's off it's hinges and slams against the opposite wall...
and out steps the growling creature from the dept of the dark room.
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