[color=c0c0c0]"Untalent... I never really liked that term. Always seemed so negative. Plus it's hardly accurate, I've met many of 'untalents' more [i]talented[/i] than any 'talent' could ever be."[/color] Nemo commented. 

Before he could say any more, the ship blasted off a horn to signal it would leave the harbor. The crate shifted a bit when the ship lurched forward, returning back to it's home out in the sea. [color=c0c0c0]"I hope everyone is comfortable, because we're gonna be here for a while."[/color] Nemo said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. 

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Roughly three hours had passed, but it was hard to tell exactly where they were. Seidon's ship clearly traveled faster than the most ships were capable of, but from within the dark container it was hard to tell just how much faster it was going. By now heavy rainfall and wind could be heard crashing against the crate, the storm made Nemo think that they were getting close. Before Nemo could try to approximate their location any further he heard the heavy footsteps of a group of people through the rainfall. They had heard various crew-mates walk about the ship, but none seemed as rushed and organized as these did. 

[color=8882be]"Alright you lazy asses! If you can find the new shipment of munitions before my boots get filled to the brim with water you'll get extra in the messdeck tonight!"[/color] The leader called out, followed by an "Aye aye!" of the seamen in unison. 

The command caused Nemo to open his eyes, now on alert. He got up from his seat and stepped over to one of the large cargo boxes and pulled the tarp off it, revealing multiple army green metal containers. If that wasn't enough, he flipped one of the cases open to reveal multiple firearms stowed inside and padded with foam. [color=c0c0c0]"Uh oh."[/color] He mumbled.