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Chapter 9 by uthervierdragon uthervierdragon

What do you do?

[DIVINE BLOOD] Rally the Crew

Some are still asleep, and most are drunk, but they all rally at the sound of your voice. The soberest even manage a salute. You command breakfast and cold water, and some cure their **** poisoning by emptying the putrid contents of their stomach over the railing.

You soon patrol past manned stations. The guards have changed, replaced by their (mostly sober) compatriots. The engine room reports readiness, and a cohort of pale shadows forces their mops across the deck in a slow but hopeful dance. The crew is as ready as they can be.

What's next?

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