MORNING THREE
Nearly everyone jolted awake early in the morning, with the sun just barely still over the horizon. Screams echoed throughout the boat, high pitched and shrill, broken up by sobs. Gathering their clothes and lights, the denizens of the boat streamed out onto the boat to find the Wench and the Bodyguard on deck.
Obviously the source of the screaming, the Wench clutched her ankle with sobbing eyes, in a great deal of pain. When questioned, the Bodyguard informed everyone that he had personally watched the Wench trip over a loose cannonball and sprain her ankle, but even as he spoke it became clear the true reason of the Wench's screaming.
On the main deck, the
Artisan, Icekommander lay bloodied and broken. He had clearly been stabbed several times in addition to having pieces of his flesh seemingly ripped out, human teeth marks showing. A quick once over and it was clear that the Artisan had been dead for hours.
Meanwhile, a disgruntled looking Royal Guard emerged from his cabin sporting yet another wound, a heavy bruise across his face that had begun to turn purple. The diplomat appeared shaken as day broke on the
Sea Beacon, and the safety of the light seemed bleak and hollow.
A search of the Crewman's quarters had revealed that he hadn't owned anything of value, but it was revealed that the Artisan had been hiding one of the
Oars to the Rowboat. It would be voted on later.
Another subject of contention was
what to do with the body. It was also decided that this would be left up to the popular vote.
Day broke, and the
Sea Beacon carried on.
It is now Morning Three
Those of you with morning actions, send them to me!
Votes for the Oars will be in Dark Red
Votes for what to do with the body will be in Dim Gray
Night falls in 23 hours!