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[color=f26522]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=f26522]Location:[/color] Whiteashe Gulf, aboard the Avalon Avenger
[color=f26522]Interaction with:[/color] [@Alivefalling][hr]

After being dismissed by the first mate, Verrax started his task, excited to have something to focus on besides the rocking of the ship.  He started on the main deck, methodically checking each of the light cannons for properly secured lock chains and damages.  He kept the same painstaking process with each of the 16 guns, careful not to miss a single one.  

The main deck completed, Verrax began moving to the gun deck; he was stopped short by the captain's call to attention.  Verrax listened attentively.  His sickness transformed into a wave of adrenaline and strength at her mention of pirates.  The ship's rocking seemed to lessen a little, the salty air becoming sweet.  Verrax held images of blood stained grass, warhorses, the battle cries of his comrades in his head as he felt himself straighten and steady.  [i][color=f26522]Maybe this assignment wasn't as hopeless as it seemed,[/color][/i] he thought.  [i][color=f26522]Maybe vengeance was close at hand.[/color][/i]

As the captain ended her announcement, the other sailors moved back to their posts, manning sails, cleaning the cannons, keeping the ship prepared for contact.  Verrax, hearing Captain Draegen summon him, moved towards the quarterdeck quickly.  He stopped before her, bringing his hand up to salute.  [color=f26522]"Good morning, ma'am.  Sergeant Malagon reporting as ordered!"[/color]