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'''Satnak''': I can, and will zorch the everluvin drama out o'ya.  

Chalky and Smig share the traditional pregame handshake, and smig pulls back with a sore paw.

The teams dissapear into the rigging or underdecks of their respective sides.

From Smig's team Phollie is the first to cross into Chalky territory, as he draws near the bow of the ship, Pholly leaps from hiding growling and snarling doing his best impression of himself as an abberation and failing miserably, the encounter quickly dissolves into savage mini brawl, with bitting and hair pulling.

'''Doog''': Errr.....I just want you to know something Michael. Umm....I...love you.

'''Michael''': Ummm...okay.

'''Brianna''': It's okay Doog, we'll continue to help you get in touch with your feelings.

'''Brianna''': *anime adorable eyes*

'''Doog''': Don't think that works on me. Listen here folks! What we need here is a new Captain! One who ain't touchy, feely, friendly, and who ain't got these silly dilly rules things! When I'm Captain, ANYTHING GOES! We'll pillage, plunder, and rob our way across the Five Nations and we'll shoot anybody who gets in our way! The first thing we gotta do though is get rid of that pompous overfed lech in charge here! Whose with me in tossing him over the side!?

'''Brianna''': We're in port. Lisa's at church, Michael just left to go to temple, Jarlots at Brothel, Andrea is at graveyard, Marish is getting a petticure, Ketler is getting some widgets, Terra is killing some evil capitalist exploiters of House Cannith, and so on.

'''Doog''':....you just keep walking girl.

'''Slip''': Listen you rowdy pirate. I was a Captain in the ELVISH NAVY of Spelljammer, do you know what that means?

'''Slip''':....yes. I fought ships of Beholders, destroyed Neogi Slavers, piloted THE Spelljammer, and have dealt with Arcane!  

'''Nalfein''': THATS IT! FIREBALL!!!

'''Nalfein''': Wait, I didn't know that Warlocks/Artaficers/Flesh-grafters got the dodge feat.

'''Lisa''': Well...when I was thinking things over, I realized that I know very little of you before you came aboard.

'''Terra''': Some old friends of mine. The elf is Urial, and the half-orc is Garr. Urial was a necromancer, reminds me a lot of Andrea minus the trying to kill me part. Garr was a fighter. Think Muradin, only without the penchant for smashing things.

In the room, they see a human woman, approximately in her forties, lying on a bed in the fetal position. Her eyes stare blankly into space and she doesn't respond to his voice as she rocks jently back and forth.

Volrath's attempts to get his mother's attention are in vain, and he walks out of the room disheartend. When they return to the living room, they notice a young woman peeking out of another door. At first, she appears deathly pale, but they soon realize she is an albino.

'''Terra''': You did it as a mind game. I'm doing it as someone who is genuinely concerned for her well being. Everything I showed her was the truth. What she felt was real. I only wanted to show her the tragedy that results from hasty judgement and assumptions based off of baised information. I think most of her frustration comes from the difference between what she's been taught to believe and what she knows is true.

'''Igor''': Not intentially, mith. My job wath usually to keep them alive until my mathter dealt with them.

'''Igor''': That would be a detracthion in my line of work. I am the motht neutral individual I have ever encountered: I thow no prefenthe for moralth or ethicth.

'''Lisa''': Not that! I mean, good and evil. You mean to tell me that you've never questioned whether your actions were evil? I mean, showing no remorse for those your master kills…how do you cope?

'''Igor''': Do you feel remorthe when you kill a demon, or an abberration from Xoriat, or one of the Quori?

'''Igor''': Have you ever athked why "evil" exithtth ath a palpable forth? Why you can thimply detect it with a thimple thpell?

'''Igor''': It ith tho convenient, ith it not, that evil ithn't tho hard to find. It exithtth independant of what we mere mortalth think. Therefore, if I therve evil—and what I do ith therve mayhem—there mutht be a reathon. Do you ever quethion the commandth of the Thilver Flame?

Lisa thinks back to the vision Terra showed her. What if Volrath's sister had been a murder? Would that have justified her being hung for bringing Volrath back? What about Volrath's mother? Was it any different to kill someone for a crime you thought they had committed but they hadn't than a crime they had committed but you didn't know about?

'''Igor''': To make thure it couldn't happen again. And if you are wondering, he felt no remorth. He did it three more before guilt at hith acthionth overtook him. In the end he thaid, "You cannot kill people for being afraid. You thould thow them what there evil doeth." Of courth, he did not lithp.

'''Lisa''': Well I'm glad…but what does that have to do with killing devils?

Slip is sitting on the deck trying to sun her self; When the sky Darkens.  

'''Slip''': Oh F*ck she is back… I should go tell the captain…but I think it will be fun if she surprise him  

'''Lisa''': ...ok.

'''Terra''': That is for you and your god to work out. No one else but the Silver Flame can tell you what it wants. Blind loyalty to ones god must never translate into blind loyalty to ones church.

'''Terra''': Taking responsibility for your own actions never is. But unless you do, you may end up destroying yourself. I know this from personal expierience. Do not try to force yourself, though. When you are ready, you may find it easier than you think...

'''Volrath''' : That nastly lady has got Terra, and I can't do anything about it.

He continues crying the tears start to harden, as they hit his body. The layers of hardened tears slowly build up in thickness. This continues until Volrath is completely covered in a crystaline cocoon. It has built up so thick, that all that can be seen of Volrath is a twisting dark spot.

'''Phollie''': That SORT of makes sense I suppose.

'''Phollie''': Then why would you want to vaporize the world...where you know...we live?

'''Stupid/Scholar''': I can see you're blinded by my intellect you puny fleshbag. I shall also release my mother Khyber from her imprisonment and then summon a meteor of some kind.

'''Scholar/Stupid''': Whats this? A spy!!

'''Phollie''': Its Kithle

'''Phollie''': its a projected image

'''Projection of Kithle''': haha... I though I would have... hahaha... keep an eye on you... haha... but now I see that your... not even... remotley threatening... Hahaha. *wheeze*...haha

'''Scholar/Stupid''': Full power to the astral annihalator.

'''Phollie''': Wait that isn't set up yet thats the...

'''Kithle''': haha... Ametuer...Haha, *throat clearing noise* gotta deal with Volrath now. I swear I never get any Me-time.

(A flaming laser bolt of death then smashes through the Forgotten Freedom and it crashes...thankfully only two feet off the ground)

'''Jarlot''': Kithle...don't mock the crazed Lord of Blades.

'''Kithle''': He's so...mockable though.

'''Jarlot''': I know but its tacky and he still unfortunately has huge weaponry.

'''Kithle''': How you going to repair the ship anyway?

As she goes to pick it up, another vial rolls off the table and dumps some of it's contents into the beaker. Terra is unable to react in time.

'''Terra''': NO!...crap...

'''Terra''': Ooooo...this could be interesting...

Meanwhile, it seems a newfound passtime of crewmembers of the FF is to drink in solitude. While Lisa ponders her predicament over truth-wine, Dooj does something similar over truth-scotch, except that the truth-scotch isn't really truth-scotch, having absolutely no magical properties whatsoever, and is in fact ordinairy, mundane scotch.

After several more failed attempts the frustrated (and wet) Dooj gives up and hurls the empty bottle across his room, where it shatters against a wall covered in posters of famous bards and pin-ups from the Sharn Inquisitive. He rubs one eye with the heel of one hand and laments his circumstances. Michael, who he'd felt so sure about, had... not rejected him, but didn't really seem to get it. The fella sure could be thick some times. That, and the first time Dooj had ever worked up the ambition to overthrow Jarlot and make something more of himself had failed miserably when nobody else was there to join him.

The half-orc springs to his feet, seemingly unsurprised by this woman's sudden appearance, nor unperterbed by her mentioning of the captain.

Alone again, Dooj retakes his seat and lets out an exasperated sigh. Husband? She was married to Jarlot? And he, the mighty Dooj, nearly seduced her? That would not have ended well. It wasn't that he was adverse to knocking boots with a married woman, not even that of his... "commanding officer," but he knew Jarlot. Jarlot had standards so low it's disturbing. I mean, look a Marish! And Jarlot ran away from her? She must be terrible in the sack.

'''Igor''': If you were thane, thir, you would not be on thith thip. Thrutht me, that'th why I'm here.

'''Roosevelt''': *****, why, Kithle, why did you have to taunt the guy with the big gun? For all that brain power, you lack wisdom. Pass me another beam, will you Erk?

'''Roosevelt''': I just hope they stay out of Lack of Brains's way long enough for me and Ketler to get this thing airborn again. You okay, Earl?

'''Roosevelt''': You want to do WHAT? You actually think you can take the Crustacian (i.e. LoBster)? I know he's got as much brain power as a crab…actully, less…but he's probably got nameless henchmen, pits filled with various water carnivores, and traps that are…so……fiendishly clever…they're ridiculously easy to get out of………

'''Igor''': It'th true. I cannot count how many timeth my mathter hath had their planth foiled by a boffoon doing thomething thupid at the latht thecond. Or all the timeth when they actually know thomething relevant. No villain ever accountth for it. It ith the power of tradithion.

'''Kithle''': A moron to defeat a moron.………Makes about as much sense as anything else thihs ship's encountered. So what do we do?

'''Igor''': He'll need a team conthithting of one thmart person—probably obthethed with gadgetth—one military person—or, at leatht, thomeone who ith good at blowing thtuff up—and one gorgiouthly attractive female.

'''Tifa''': OH don't silly snookie-wookums, the family Lawyers, it was not really all that Hard... I mean Uncle Mietar caught sleeping with two of Gilfar's daughter... and he only got 3 months.  

'''Jarlot''': Well, Well look at the time... Its nice seeing to again, to bad you have to go again so soon...

'''Tifa''': then walks out of the room and says to her self: Now where am I going to find a Cleric on this ship.

'''Terra''': Uh...am I...interrupting something?

'''Terra''': Wait, wait. You mean...you two are married?

'''Tifa''': Oh yes. Isn't that right dear?