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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 8:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 8:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 9:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 9:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 9:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 9:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 9:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 9:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2023 11:10 am
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Marlon had red welts in the shape of teeth, claws and a bruised shoulder from the club hit he had taken, "I need, a good drink....maybe a bucket worth", he groaned, "An some meat, dried venison, roasted or smoked tri-tip and some salted pork", he said with a growl of his stomach, "Side of Mashed taters, grilled corn or maybe herb roasted corn, side of boiled green beans", he rambled on an on to distract himself from the annoyance that was his aching shoulder and many bites.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2023 1:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2023 3:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2023 4:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2023 4:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2023 7:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2023 4:54 am
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Tac was rather distressed, He didn't know what island he was on and where he was going to go. There was a great volume of distraction currently though as he lugged his bag of tools and tried to act as normal as he could as he tried to make it back to port to get away from the now excessive group of pirates that was once his crew. His one rule prior was no drinking while on the job, he remembers all too well the few minutes before the bruise on the back of his head probably occurred and knows he would probably be considered a pirate eventually.
He rather wondered where he needed to go to try to join a proper pirate crew as the town was currently having issues with some drunkards who probably just spent every last Beri to get drunker and go wilder than before. He approached a dock hand and grasped all his nerves as he had buried himself in his work prior to this. "excuse me, I am new to this port and town, would there be a place to get a map around here and listen to gossip or, actually, scratch that, a place to look for job bulletins or something like that?" He asked, setting the excessively large bag on the ground as he sweated profusely, a few people worried about the ropes, hammers and saws sticking out as there was more in the bag than the tools stuck to the outside as more tools were inside it causing some people to worry about what he was carrying and at least the person he was talking to to question if he was sweating from carrying the bag. Tac was just trying to not collapse in panic as he really had let everything get to his head way too much. At this point, he was thinking about jumping into the harbor just to get out of sight of the dock as he felt like a nail in a room of hammers, but he was fairly certain the cold sweat and cold water would just end up with an illness...
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