[Fauxreal]

I think I'm getting seasick.

[Espy]

Rule 4:

Be sick in something flushable.

- Failing that, be sick in something with a working drain.
- Failing that, be sick outside.
- Failing that, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NOT INTO A VENT.
- Failing that, not in labbott's backpack comma dammit.
- Failing that, there will be severe repercussions.

Above may or may not be copypasta from a certain CMUKGB-related-but-not-officially-hosted party announce.

(Law might be slightly familiar with it.)

[Lawtan]

\o/

But, I don't recall packing the rum? Where's the rum gone?

Also, man the nets! We have ourselves a whale of a catch!

[hyjin]

-barrels rock back and forth from the travel-

[Lawtan]

The black sea boils and froths,
As the beast of the depths rise,
Its hundred arms of painful light,
It sends forth on the dias,

The spidery-ship keens back and fourth,
As curses are heard from the barrels,
The Rogue and Caracal toss the nets,
Intents on the under-dweller to carrel,

But, he! Beware it's lightning-arms,
Which flail from the mighty beast.
They tear apart the masts,
And shock to death their meat.

The Librarian-Captain raises the sea,
A wave of bones of creatures,
To crash upon the unnatural fiend,
As if a maw devouring a fritter.

The beast from under did sprout a mouth,
And tore across the deck,
It's gelatinous form a massive weight,
Nearly making the galleon a wreck.

Held on by its lethal arms,
Pulling the ship over the brine,
The monster's jaw tears at the ghost,
Before a blade rends him one at a time.

The Rogue severs the amorphous arms,
The Caracal shouts out "Ahoo!"
With a heave that shatters some barrels,
Down goes the seafaring bug-a-boo!

The mighty ship rights itself,
It's members quick to the bilge,
While several lie under on beds of down,
With sickness from the swildge.

[Lawtan]

And so the ghastly, torn vessel,
Floats gently towards the cove,
It's crew tired yet running swift,
From stern above to bow below.

For the Ship of Spiders needed repair,
For which all only partly-knew,
With tattered sails and a hole or two,
The ship lay quite askew.

But, ho! The Cavern of Candlelight!
It shimmers in the twilight fog,
A dim beacon - a beacon still,
Of Sanctuary from the bottomless bog.

(Trying to revive the thread - all stowaways, feel free to move about and talk! We're in Espy's Candlelight Cavern, now.)