I'll just put this here for now, and if there's anything that needs changing I'll do it after work and then post it in the other thread's IC section  :)

Last night seemed to have gone on forever and even once infinity was reached it kept on going.  The damn thing just didn't want to stop.  It clung to the walls, and images of the tiny village desperate to keep itself from pushed away again to wherever it was nights went when the day came around and threw it out on its ass.  As tenacious as the black ink that covered every surface, but for where the torchlight kept it at bay it couldn't hold against the morning light and the gentle sea breeze it floated in on.  With the new day came new images which had not been there the day before.  They were simple images, pieces of parchment with a picture of a red skull and a badly drawn bit of a yellow colored lady's undergarment below, and the words "The world will change for those who won't bow to the blunt force of the world's Government" and instructions on where to find a ship, in need of a crew about to make sail for the grand line. 

A young woman with long red hair, and a sword at her hip and one strapped across her back was the first person on the ship.  It was only natural she'd be there before anyone else.  It was her ship after all and she was its Captain.  She stood with her arms across her chest, ignoring the currents of air that continuously teased her hair.   At her feet there was a large wolf sitting down at her feet, and giving the look a father would give a child that's kind of overdoing it.  His worry wasn't without merit. There were already bags forming around the woman's eyes.  Her eyelids looked like they weighed a ton.  The canine whined and Abigail rolled her eyes.  "Later, tonight maybe.  There's no time to sleep.  I've got to be ready if anyone comes to welcome them or tell them to shove off."  Another whine.  She smiled.  "Let the others sleep.  They've been working hard."  One more whine.  "Yeah-Yeah.  So what?  I'm the captain.  I've got more responsibility.  Besides, posting the flyers wasn't too much.  It was the glue really."  She pinched the bridge of her nose and then rubbed at her temples.  "That stuff always gives me a headache."  

Seeing that there wasn't any further point in carrying on the conversation the big wolf decided to hit the hay.  The dock, despite its lack of any true marine presence was as peaceful as anything was going to get, and he'd here trouble coming even from below deck before Abigail did.  So with one final grunt he turned and headed down into the cabin to take a long nap in Abigail's bed.  

"Come on Town give me some good ones."  The red head muttered under her breath.  "No flakes please.  I'm not a babysitter."