The Random Group of Amazingness discussion

((Ahoy, ye landlubbers! Please bear in mind that we be on ONE ship.))

Russ was steering the ship. He told someone else to hold it straight for him while he talked to Drandall. "Captain." He said formilly.

Cami shook her head a she swabbed the lower deck. She couldn't get used to the swaying motion and it was making her sick. She looked at a pirate. "'Ello, Matie. Can you take this over for me. I am feeling a little sick at me stomach. I think i'll lie down for a minuate." She gave tHE PIRATE THE MOB and they started mopping right away.

"Are we on course??" he asked

Russ smiled. "Great."

Alison lay against the wall of the rocking ship, her cigaratte pressed to her lips, the tip flaming red. When she moved it from her lips and blew out big puffs splattered away with the rough wind of the day. She honestly didn't care if the captain got snappy that she was smoking, she needed a break, every woman did every now and then. She closed her eyes, took in a wiff and listened to the slap of the ocean for a small time before finally exhaling the death-threatening cigaratte.

((I just realized that I never rp'd... I'll rp now, then.))

Bryce swung down from the crow's nest, wondering what the plan is when they reached port.