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	There was a soft humming coming from Anisa as she took a stance and waited for the rest of the crew to make their way to the galley, at least the rest of those that needed to be there. The woman tended to hum to herself when she was in thought and right then she had many thing rushing through her mind. The crew had lost so many so quickly, Atticus was just the latest. And while she was stubborn Anisa wasn't cold, in fact she was rather soft hearted. Sure she could come off as a royal bitch but she had the good of her crew always at the forefront of her mind. That was why this was not going to be easy and she needed to find a way to put this sternly and with authority but also with compassion. It was not an easy balancing act. 

	Once everyone was there she blew her hair out of her face and cracked her knuckles. [color=f26522]"As some are already aware, Atticus has passed away. I know some were afraid this was a murder but ain't none of that. The medical team has assured me this death was simply the result of Atticus' life style. His drinkin' and poor diet final done caught up with him."[/color] It was blunt but she hoped it would put people at ease enough to know that no one had been poisoned. It was obvious that Anisa felt pain because Atticus had died but she sucked it up and squared her shoulders. 

	[color=f26522]"Because of this, there is goin' to be a change. His emergency contact will be coming shortly to claim the body. She will not be leavin' though. I have worked with her in the past and well we need more crew, crew I know and have worked with before. A Bridgette Vinters will taking Atticus' place. She ain't no preacher, brace yerself,"[/color] she warned, giving a sideways glance towards Harper. 

	Before he could skedaddle back down to the Medical Bay, Jahosafat had to take a look at himself in the mirror and make a few adjustments. The man did enjoy looking his best, he was all that and a bag of chips. He looked at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his cuff-links, his head bobbing slightly to the music in his head. [color=gray]"You are a most dapper gentleman if there ever was one,"[/color] he told himself as he turned his head this way and that. Oh yes, a find specimen indeed. 

	A skip of the step and off he went, back to the medical bay. The door sliding open just before he entered. He looked at Atticus on the table and then over to Dorothy. He could see in her eyes the man had meant something to her, perhaps it was for the best Atticus had died. He was far beneath Dorothy. Dorothy was refined, educated. She deserved someone of her status, not some drunken man of the cloth. At least he had died with a fine grooming. [color=gray]"This was addressed to you,"[/color] he said as he pulled out the envelope from his pocket and held it out to her. 

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	Shao Jeh,
		Well, shit. If yer gettin this it means I've met my maker. Not gonna try to guess how it happened but if it was with a text book to the head, yer gonna have one hell of a reckonin' when I sees you again. Listen, we've both had a hell of a time with our battles. Sure, your wits out do mine, hope they were sharp enough to let you know I wasn't tryin' to be an ass. Just tryin' to save your soul. I know you don't believe in all that ~shit~ but I do and well, yers is a soul worth saving. So are those legs, and that back, and that whole area. Well, front too and yer face. 

	Not sure how to say this but damn, I do, well did care about you and I know you don't want to be hearin' no bible verses right now but I'm dead so I get to spout off whatever the hell I want right now and you gotta listen. Respect the dead and all that. So to quote the good book Joshua 1:9 "“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
	
	And so am I, 
		Love Atti~

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	Cyril might have been looking around the place with much wonder right then but he was very perceptive, especially when it came to his sister. He leaned against his and grinned with thin lips. [color=fff79a]"Bridgette, itth okay, thmile!"[/color] he said before putting his thumb to his nose and flurbbing his lips towards her. He was so innocent sometimes. Much of the time in fact. He was loving and kind, didn't have a mean bone in his body, at least when he was Cyril. So, it couldn't have been much of a surprise when he took her hand and helped with the bags as they made their way towards the docks and found the ship. 

	Looking up at it with wonder his eyes widened and he dropped his trunk on the ground. [color=fff79a]"Wow, ith thith home?"[/color] he asked as his jaw went lack looking it over. It sure was nice, he could put tons of jars of fluffernutter in this ship. The sock on his hand moved slightly and came up. That fucking sock wasn't near as innocent as he was and it thought on a different level. [color=fff79a][i]"Where's the fucking door bell on this shit box?"[/i][/color] it asked in a deep and dark voice as its button eyes leaned into Bridgette.