MORNING SIX
"...besides, my dear," the Merchant softly spoke, drawing the covers of the bed up around he and his wife. "We've got the Bodyguard right outside the door. No harm can come to us."
"Alright.." she said meekly, looking away. A few awkward moments passed, and a rumbling was heard
"Drat.." he mumbled, sighing and shifting out of bed. "I'll be right back..I've..got to.." and he gagged, rushing out of the room and to the rails of the ship as quickly as possible. One thorough vomitfest later, he leaned against the banisters, exhausted. "Cooking's gone to hell since the cook died."
But it was something that he saw in the water that piqued his interest. "Honey...honey come look at this..," he yelled. "It's an Oct-"
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The next day, the count showed that
Merchant Seon had gone missing, and a broken bloodied banister supported his supposed death. The Merchant's Wife, although clearly distraught, could do nothing but cling to the Bodyguard and look about fearfully, almost as if tears were too dangerous. His
Bag of Money would be voted on, the only ownerless item seeing as the Wench appeared to have nothing.
"Well, get back to work!" the Sailor shouted, uneasily. "We've got a boat to sail!"
It is now MORNING SIX
Those of you with Morning Actions, please send them to me.
Votes for the Bag of Money will be in Sandy Brown!
41.5 Hours until Night Falls