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"Rev-OH-Lewsh-in" Boss sounded the foreign word out as Carson spoke, clearly trying his best to make sense of the word. "Guessin those were the guys attacking the red coats-er, [i]Order[/i]-eh?" He asked rhetorically as he let Carson keep speaking. He quickly clammed up when Carson talked about the ocean being a nightmare. He couldn't-no, wouldn't, believe that the ocean could be a horrible place. It just couldn't.

"You know that before the War people used to cross it for months on end? They'd be trapped on a ship for months. No women, no land, no nothing." Carson shivered. "Crazy bastards." 

Boss bit his tongue; the mere idea of what Carson described not only sounded like quite the adventure but an extremely peaceful life when compared to the constant killing of the wasteland. 

Then Ted showed up, making the idea of a secluded boat on a vast ocean sounding all the more appealing.

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Ted momentarily flashed Boss a glance, clearly half expecting his long time crewman to have his back in the situation that had unfolded between himself and Carson. Sadly Boss only gave him a stone cold expression-the sight causing Ted to throw his hands up in the air in a mocking [i]I surrender[/i] stance. "Woah woah woah, Sorry there buddy. Forgot [i]my place[/i]-Its not like I live here or anything afterall, you know? Who am I to speak my mind?" He let out a forced laugh before he started to rant again-only Boss quickly cut him off. 

"Ted..." Boss had to keep himself from sighing. "Why don't you go and see the town buddy? You can even take a few pouches and bring back some goodies, I still owe Cat a dinner afterall." 

"Yes sir, [i]buddy.[/i]" 

Flint watched Ted storm off the boat, quickly losing sight of him in the shifting crowds. He felt slightly bad watching the man go; honestly he deserved better from Boss. "Sorry about that." Boss spat at Carson as he lead the man further onto the boat, the pair passing the fortune of supplies that was haphazardly strewn about on the ships deck. "He's a good hand, just has a mouth on him. Sure you know the type." 

Quickly they reached the metal cabin that housed all of the ships controls, Boss forcefully began banging on the large metal. "Open up Cat, its me. Got a local that's paid good caps to use the radio." As soon as he finished speaking the sound of various locks being opened sounded from behind the thick metal cabin door, quickly followed by the squealing sound of metal on metal as the door began opening. 

"Speaking of Caps though..." He let the words linger, clearly expecting the meager sum before letting Carson use the radio. Clearly he was a business man first and foremost.