"...Hah?"

Lina blinked, stunned. Even as Macario's ship was unloaded.

As they went off to do their own thing, Lina blubbered, hissing, "[i]Really!?[/i]"

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Creeeeeaaaaaak...

Lina let out a slight squeak of fear from her small, fluffy white bed. Hands holding her blanket, she sat up, glancing around the room, dimly lit in the scant moonlight from the window. What time was it even? Lina hadn't gotten a wink of sleep...

Throwing off her sheet, she slipped out of bed, bare feet landing on the wood of the ladies bedroom. Patting down her frilly white nightgown, she took her sword, unsheathing it, before creeping out to the hallway. The creaking of the ship and light waves against the hull continued to meld into the night. Tiptoeing, she made her way a door down to the men's bedroom. Inhibitions nonexistent, she slowly opened the door, peering in. This room was bigger, and had a few more windows, so she could see the two hammocks staying aloft, where Kuhn and Chester slept. On the far wall was Kuhn's handiwork, where the wood didn't quite line up right, letting the smallest amount of light in (but no draft, thankfully). Of course, Chester and Macario would argue that they helped, but they mostly stood around and drank...

A vein throbbed in her forehead. She felt her vision flash as she looked over Chester, who left her out to dry. Her incisors flashed in the darkness as a smile crept onto her face. She steadily wormed her way into the room, moving over to Chester's hammock, before sliding down to her knees, dipping the tip of her sword to the floor. Steadily, she began to dig it in, rotating it until she formed a hole.

Collectively, the ship groaned. It sounded like a storm in the dead of night, but Lina transferred her surprise into more downward force, familiar whispers beginning to sound from the walls.

[sub]"It hurts..."[/sub]