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"Indeed. Therebe many tales about ye, and ol' Plugg an' Scourge don't be too happy about it. Thanks fer ye healin', an if ye be needin' aught in return, just be askin'. I don't be too bad on th' fiddle, but I be better with me axe. I don't 'spect to be usin' it with 'Arrigan about though. Times I'm thinkin' we may actually be lucky avin' Plugg and Scourge in charge 'stead o' him."
"I'm not so worried about it, even if my voice sounded like gravel tonight. Even so, it was just nice to feel a bit like myself, if just for a little while." "I knows what yer mean. I'm lost without me other stuff."
Rosie goes up to Lysandra. "Ye sang well. That were rude o' the gnome to butt in. 'e so loves 'imself, he needs a good taking down. E'en that eye patch is jus' fer show. I swear, if'n everyone just ignored 'im, e'd fade away till there be naught left but the feather in 'is 'at."
SD Dave:
"I 'ate th' bilges. All kindsa stuff down 'ere," Rosie mutters as she and Sevien make their way above decks.
The halfling glares at Sevien. "Workin' t'gether don't mean I do all yer work. Here, take this. Honestly, I threaten to take 'is hand off an' now 'e 'as it in fer me. Though I noticed ye ain't Mister Popular either. Ye're doin' good thar. Yer shifts'll work once we got it goin'. Must be goin' deeper water or summin'. We pump the water in, ship goes down, pump it out, lighten up. We'll 'ave runners down 'ere every hour or so changing our minds. Keep at it. Cook mighta bin easier. Though Fishguts gets 'is share o' flogging. Sorry, I didn' means ta snap. Just can't relax. This is punishing work. Both senses o' th' word. I didn' even act up yesserday. But 'ere I'm again. #@$&."
Rosie possesses incredible strength and helps Sevien with the continual pumping of the water in and out of the bilges. In spite of this help, the work is constant and backbreaking, with no breaks of any kind, and Sevien still finishes the day fatigued. |
