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Caesar glanced at the log pose, frowning. It didn't seem special.

But then again, Slick didn't seem special. And he was magic. Bonekid didn't seem special besides missing skin and stuff, but he was magic. Liliana didn't seem special besides being the momma of the crew, but she was definitely an alien. Caesar was sure on that.

That weird fruit in the ship was special, though he didn't understand why.

So, he shrugged. The log was special for reasons he doesn't understand. It didn't look good to chew on, and he couldn't use a compass anyways. And it kinda looked like a compass.

Speaking of... Why was it called a log? Twig, maybe. But it wasn't a log. Caesar had lifted logs before. He furrowed his brow and he missed the rest of the exchange between the captain and the krabbe. Krabpus? No. Krabbe. Josh. Bah.

The captain was praising everyone, but Caesar couldn't agree entirely. Feta had just stopped after Prime appeared. That was wrong. The family could've been hurt by that thing. Hell, Caesar was hurt by that thing.

Here his frown deepened. He had been hurt. Should he.... Not hold back? Father had always said to hold back. And not look at the Moon, ever. Which was weird. Was Caesar magic? 

He shook his head, walking off to tug at the anchor. He'd let Liliana fix everyone else before he got further attention. He could still work. He was strong.

Stronger than everyone. Yeah...

After the anchor he moved towards the sail riggings. A few movements and they could be on their way.