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[Blade Master Model 42]

"...This sounds worryingly like exile."

[GiglameshDespair]

Larini's shoulders slumped slightly.
"_{This spider... forgot the question.}"

[Caellath]

"How receptive to the idea was Jack?" Aenbarr asked after giving Larini a sympathetic stare.

[F.O.E.]

"...This sounds worryingly like exile."

"Think of it as being assigned to a different post. And remember, you're free to come back and check after a year has passed."

Larini's shoulders slumped slightly.
"_{This spider... forgot the question.}"

Torves laughed a little.

"That's quiet alright."

"How receptive to the idea was Jack?" Aenbarr asked after giving Larini a sympathetic stare.

"Once I offered him an able crew and enough food for the journey he was more than willing. I'm not talking about you all just to be clear."

[Haspen]

"Larini."

_{"Can you just imagine all those giant exotic bugs that I would be able to cook for you in that foreign land??"} She then turned to generalissimo.

"Are we supposed to return home one day or are we being tasked with dying of old age in the foreign land across the sea while protecting the kid?"

[F.O.E.]

"I can't force you to stay there your entire lives. Those who want out after the first year are free to leave, just as you are free to do so now."

[Haspen]

"I will consider the options in a year, then! For now, I wouldn't mind watching over such a cute blonde boy."

[Caellath]

Aenbarr sighed. He preferred his natural form, but depending on the physical constraints imposed by the ship he might have to spend part if not most of the voyage in his bipedal form... Though the seaman had mentioned working with monsters. Hopefully that included Tarvos and the ship was spacious enough for him to move around, even if he had to avoid a few beams with his upper half.

"No further questions."

[F.O.E.]

Torves nodded.

"Very well then, follow me. The Sancturians have already been moved to the boat.

Torves swiftly lead the mercenaries out of the base and back to Jack's ship throughout the moonlit darkness. The Passan general didn't say another word until they reached the ship where Jack could be seen holding a torch as he overlooked a group of gruff looking men and a single woman hauling supplies onto his ship.

"This the rest o' the lot ya want me ta drop off, General?"

"That is correct." He turned towards the mercenaries and gave a brief "Godspeed" before heading back to the base.

The rest of the supplies were quickly hauled aboard and a short while after that the ship had set sail. The night passed without a mysterious storm appearing and wrecking the ship and as morning arrived the mercenaries woke to the sound of Jack cursing out one of his recent additions to his crew, one of the gruff men, as the rest of the crew both new and old wondered just what exactly had happened.

"An' just... seven circles o' hell... that was a... idea!"

//Valerie Lebelle can now post!

[Caellath]

"Is anything wrong?" Aenbarr asked as he arrived at the scene, in his four-legged form since it was above deck.

[F.O.E.]

Jack turned to look at Aenbarr fast enough to give himself whiplash; there was fury in his eyes as he pointed at a gruff man wearing a yellow shirt.

"This 'ere asshole decided to stow a kid away on me ship!"

Said kid was currently cowering behind the yellow-shirted man; Aenbarr could just barely see black hair sticking from behind the man.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Valerie for her part was climbing down out of the rigging and dropped quietly near Jack. She saluted.

"Everything's good up top Cap'n!"

After a moment it registered Jack was angry about a child being on board. Her tail slowly stopped wagging and dropped as she realized this.

"Oh! This is a bad time isn't it?"

[F.O.E.]

"Aye, it could be better lassie; but at least ya can do yer job right."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Valerie scuffed her foot on the deck.

"So, what are we going to do about this, captain Jack?"

[F.O.E.]

"Well, I'm not 'bout to turn me ship around for one whelp and 'is able-bodied retainer. Put 'im ta work swabbin' the deck or washin' somethin' else; make 'im earn 'is keep. I can't be bothered to deal with this nonsense; you deal with it, lassie."

With that Jack stormed off to the helm, still clearly steamed about the whole thing. The yellow-shirted man kept his eyes glued to the floor and didn't speak a word while the kid nervously poked his head out from behind his benefactor.

"S-Sorry..."