"Cybil? Well that is a beautiful name!" It spoke, telepathically, jaws agape expressing an over animated smile. "Kummerspeck. Call me Kummerspeck." It briefly looked around then leaned in close. "Are you sick?" Looking around the others paid no attention to the duo, but this serpent was overly concerned. "What's wrong? Do we need to eat you?" It grinned ear to ear, wrapping a long slimy tail around the pupper, pulling her close. Roughly it scaled a finger down her back. "Aaah. You must be! You scrawny thing!"
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Amorette did as told. Actively drawing the coinage into a pile, forming a few good sizes. Afterwards she pulled out a highly protected chest, this one was partially filled. Having dragged it out from the Captains quarters and began to pile the new booty in with the old. "This is extraordinary!" Luckily they were unable to tell the difference between real and fake gold. It looked just alike! The same shimmer and gleam.
Up by the sails Vojak had given up on trying to steer with the wheel. It was slow and pathetic. He was trained by a sailing master and a new found energy radiated through him. Fiddling with the cordage's, setting the sails for the desired path it was in no time he set it, a strong gust of wind caught the sails and off the ship went. Over the smooth flowing waves. Amorette hollered in joy alongside him.
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Skies cleared, foreshadowed that of dangers ahead. Clear waters stretched for miles and the murky depths clashed between blue and grey. Left and right the ship furled over rising waves which blocked it into a rocky, steady path. "Aye! What are you doing! This doesn't seem safe!" Mortimer yowled up to the thick muscled accomplice, Chokka, whom was messing around on the masts with the sails. "Just because we were dumped here doesn't mean you can kill us! There's a storm ahead!" The tall serval complained, and rightfully so. The ship was already out of control and heading for a minefield. Lightening crashed down in array of colors. Blue, yellow, green! That wasn't natural!
"Hey! Back off!" The brute scaled downwards, swatting at her appreciative rider. "No one asked you to help, you'll mess it up!" She spat. Mortimer disapprovingly was being ignored and had decided to take life in his own paws. Messing with the cordage's, pushing to shift the masts, and more so the sails. Lacking strength he had some trouble but was subdued by the stronger sailor.
"You back off! I'm not dying! Look at that!" Spitting back with an added "F-f-fuff," his tail lashed. "Look at it! Green bolts! You might had a death wish, but I don't! Take a moment and back down from you adrenaline rush!" Reaching up, his claws slashed over her cranium, to his pleasure she recoiled up the mast, lost her balance and fell to the deck. "Ha! Serves you right! I don't get why they left me here with you!" Chokka was the equivalent to a rats behind. Worth nothing more than what dropped out of it. "Why don't you-"
"Shut up!" Launching herself at him, her weight brought him down, though her assumptions were a little more than just off, finding herself sore against the foremast. Staring to the jaws of the male. "Make me!" She was challenged.
