Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170722215812

Cook yelped in surprise as his dish was yanked away, leaving him holding a lone wooden spoon.

Gunnar howled as he was scalded by the water, stumbling away, and quickly pulling his shirt off. His crossbow clattered to the ground, skidding aside.

"Tava!" The pirate captain shrieked, in a mix of pain and fury, "Tava!"

The shirt came over his head, and he tossed it aside. Underneath, where the water had scortched him, his skin was already blistering and turning red.

He drew the longsword from his side, and it was clear that this was no normal weapon. The blade was a pure red, not lacquered, but the metal itself was this hue. Gunnar rolled his wrist, adjusting himself to the weight of the sword, and hold he held it implied he used the weapon quite frequently.

"You!" He jabbed the sword at the cook, causing he man to stumble to avoid gaining a new nostril. "Gunnar wants you to go upstairs, and get some men.  Then Gunnar wants you to get crossbows, go to the brig, and shoot everyone there ain't a bounty on."

The cook nodded rapidly.

"Now!" Gunnar screamed, and the cook took off at a dead sprint for the main deck.

Gunnar was alone now, in the galley. He took a deep, shaky breath, and then proceeded forward.

"Ollie?" The captain called, his voice calming. "It's your good friend, Cap'n Gunnar.  I wanna talk about what happened, given ya just poached Gunnar better 'an an egg.  You remember what I said about Zebra?"

He picked up the cage containing the little tiger off the counter, and carried it. "Well, Gunnar ain't a fan, but he gone and eaten raw meat before on occassions, when butchered right.  And Gunnar's a right butcher.  So why don't you come out, 'fore he needs to demonstrate?"

Taeris abruptly bolted upright in his corner of the cell, like an animal that had been startled. He glanced around wildly for a moment, before realizing he was blindfolded. He struggled with his shackles for a minute, before settling down, leaning back against the wall.

"Anyone there?" He asked, his rough voice aubily parched.