Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170722210043

"Maybe you can leave your clothes behind and we'll stuff them.  They'll never know the difference." Meilir said.

They arrived in the galley. The cook was preparing a pot, which was boiling over a flame.

"How's it going, cookie?" Gunnar asked.

"Good, cap'n.  Almost ready."

Ollie could see the tigers. They were all in tight, confining cages, lain out on the counter, not far from the pot.

"What's yer's again, Ollie?  Zebra?" He pointed to the black&white striped one.