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	The Captain couldn't help but smirk a bit at the comment. [color=f26522]"I would imagine most are,"[/color] she said as she spun around in the chair and stood up. This was a hell of a way to start the day. Atticus was dead, and Bridgette had just been hired. Bridgette was an interesting person to say the least and not one she would have normally considered but she was running out of people she knew and trusted. Jackson, Camilla, and Atticus were all dead. Of her original crew only Dorothy and Daphne were left. Daphne had proven to be someone she couldn't count on and her attitude had gotten out of control. Dorothy while she trusted her, could leave at any moment. She needed someone she knew, someone she could count on to have her back. Bridgette was loyal, Bridgette could handle shit. It made her the logical choice. 

	With a dollop of marshmallow fluff hanging at the corner of his mouth Cyril he looked over at Bridgette. [color=fff79a]"We're lweaving?"[/color] he said innocently as he clamored to his feet. Rushing over to her, his eyes were wide. [color=fff79a]"And I get my very own bunk?"[/color] he said before giving Bridgette a huge hug. Running back to his things he started packing up quickly. [color=fff79a]"You hear that Jericho, we're getting our very own room!"[/color]

	Jahosafat stepped over to the sink and washed his hands after nodding slightly to Dorothy. He spotted the tear and wanted to wipe it away for her but that would have been crossing a line, at least right at this moment. Instead he washed his hands as she called up to the bridge to notify Anisa. 

	Hearing the cause of death was a bit of a relief. It meant she didn't have to hunt down a murder. [color=f26522]"Yeah, it should be in his foot locker. Check it to see what the hell he wants us to do with his body and let Moreau know,"[/color] she said before taking a breath. [color=f26522]"And we have two new people joining the crew in an hour. Fuck, have Coiffeur get quarters 8 Top and 8 Top Center ready for new arrivals. Figure his ass is the best at that shit for now."[/color]

	Jahosafat chuckled to himself. Foy? Playing welcoming maid? Oh if he only had the time to go watch that scene unfold. That would be fucking priceless. Looking over towards Dorothy though, the thought left his mind. [color=gray]"If you would prefer I can fetch the will and give you a moment alone to say goodbye before I begin."[/color] It was an offer so that she wouldn't have to be alone in the mans quarters. 

	Closing his trunk, Cyril sat down and pulled his knees up to his chest. They were going somewhere else new. Cyril didn't like new places usually, but if he was getting his own room maybe it meant they were going to be in the same place for a while. He had been so excited that he hadn't even spoken through Jericho in the last bit while he was packing up. When Bridgette called at him he gave her a goofy grin. [color=f26522]"Rweady Bridge,"[/color] he said as he stood up and yanked the trunk up, placing it on his back and walking over to her. [color=fff79a]"I think I ate too much fluffernutter."[/color]

	Shaking her head she heard the bridge door slide and glanced that way. It was Mei. Closing off the channel to Dorothy Anisa looked over to her. [color=f26522]"Unfortunately Preacher didn't make it. Heart attack. Departure will be waiting until this afternoon. Can't wait longer than that,"[/color] she said looking between Mei and Harper. [color=f26522]"We still have a job to do. Harper alert me when Vinters arrives,"[/color] she said before sending out a ship wide broadcast. [color=f26522]"All non-medical report to the galley NOW,"[/color] she said in a stern voice before closing the com. 

	[color=f26522]"I need to inform the rest of the crew what is happening then we can speak privately Mei,"[/color] she said before leaving the bridge.