<blockquote><div><cite>Silencedogood wrote:</cite><br/>I'm ready to start whenever.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>(Well this one's going to sink in to oblivion if we don't start it soon, so let's go)<br/><br/>Haakon walked the deck of the ship with his checklist, making sure that all the lifeboats were installed and in good order, and that all deckhands were at their stations. Both the guests and the other hands on board licked their chops at him, and he found this both disconcerting, and arousing. He liked that this employer was okay with him wearing sandals, a t-shirt and shorts aboard, and his skin soaked up the goodness of the sun. His steps felt supple and healthy, and his spirit glowed with innocent goodness. Yet as he walked on, he started to feel paranoid, like a hundred hungry eyes were peering fiery red from the bushes in the night, with thick rows of teeth and big wet tongues and long throats behind them...