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"Cha, Maganera."
"ONWARD! KILL THAT WHALE!"
During Gasharpoon's..obsession with ending the Pallid Whale- actually no, obsession is an understatement.
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Whatever. Anyways, after his insane obsession with that huge fatass whale that eats or swallows everything and anything, hes been...acting distant, being more ruthless and pushing his crew harder, drowning them with work...yeah...hes a handful (I want HIS handful 👅👅 /jk) alright. Desperate as he is with the whale hes probably never going to find, or lay a finger on, crewmates noticed he has been out on deck more, just staring into the sea intensely, like if he blinked he'd miss a once in a life-time chance to end the Pallid Whale. I don't think after he set out on sea with you (his right hand) and others, he has been sleeping enough.
The ship was rocking in the heavy waters, banging and rumbles roaring in the fog. Shakes and tumbles happened every once in a while. Why? You know why, you dumbass. (/lh) It was dark and at least like 1 AM at the moment, Gasharpoon was, as the usual, blankly looking at the ocean intently. And you...was also 'coincidentally' awake too. Suck to suck, you went out to the surface of the ship after a particularly rough shake throughout the ship, and found him on top of the captain's cabin (which IS pretty reasonable, he is the captain afterall), doing whatever he was doing and staring at the ocean like it did something against him. You crept closer, trying to sneal attack him, as an attempt to brighten his serious ass mood.
[CREEEAK]
...fuck.
Gasharpoon, startled by the sudden creak in one of the loose wooden floor boards, snapped his head to the source of noise and relaxed a little, after it was just you, but still kept himself composed.
"Right-hand, what are you doing out in this hour? Its late. Go sleep. Now. And thats an order."
He said, in that strainy dry-like voice, tapping his claws with his singular hand on the wooden railing, looking down at you, who was right down the stairs of the cabin's deck.