Ok finished plowing our driveway. Got about a foot of snow last night.
If I was a sailor I would a have a double sexual innuendo joke right now.
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Bellowing to the three, profound confusion on his face. What are you lot waiting for! Can't you manage to kill one unarmed man? Perhaps its time for a new crew! GET HIM AND BRING ME HIS HEAD! OR I WILL TAKE ALL OF YOURS! The captain is shaking in his fury. Bluff
The captain shakes his head, truly not pleased with the effort. 'It appears our prisoner did not enjoy our hospitality. Pity.' The captain releases a deep breath and stares down at the remaining crew members, his eyes filled with fury. 'I for one would not want to waste such a useful a cage, Olaf, Sverker ... Olaf, help Sven and Erik better fit into the cage.' The captain nods towards the three sailors bearing arms, indicating that they had better make use of them. Quickly.
After Sven gets on all fours to search the cage a few moments, 'Stay in the cage Sven, make sure each inch is searched.' The captain turns his gaze to the other crew member. 'Erik, you were on watch as well ... get inside the cage and help Sven search. NOW!'
'Are you certain Sven? Are you sure?' The captain stands to his full height. 'Why don't you make certain - go Sven, NOW! Get inside the cage and make sure the halfling in not hiding or under the cover of some spell. Go into the cage and make sure he is not there.'
Captain Odenkirk shows some surprising patience with his 'beloved' crew. 'And where is the prisoner then Sven?' The captain's angry neck twisting has taken a rather dangerous turn, the angles he is making with his head are rather alarming. Maintaining the Bluff
The 'captain' gestures gravely to the once halfling filled cage. 'Tell me Sven, what do you see!' The captain's face carries a shade of threatening red that looks quite unique and distinct, one not seen in the natural world. His temple's brow is pulsing a little to quickly to be healthy. And the noises that come from his cracking his neck are not unlike the sound of the strain of an ancient coffin lid being pried open.
'Fetch me water. Now!' The 'captain' will take the water roughly with no word of thanks and head below deck, ordering the men to keep the watch. - A few minutes later the 'captain' will scream with all 'his' lungs. 'AGGGHH! WHERE IS THE HALFLING! WHERE IS THE DAMNED HALFLING! ALL HANDS REPORT TO ME NOW!' 'You FOOLS! You let the bastard escape!' Bluff
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