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The Erazor Djinn was a mess, a piece of junk floating aimlessly at sea. After nearly a year of exploring and friendship making, he found himself tired, hungry, and weak. These past few weeks especially had been hectic. With a little help from his family back home, he was able to afford a small ship. It was easily capable of holding four people, but five could have became a crowd. Not to soon later, he met Izusa , who sat herself down on his ship drunk and wouldn't leave. She became his First Mate. Following that predicament, he ended up conveniently stuck with a Navigator named Altsoba…who unfortunately was also a drunkard. Fortunately, he was a drunkard with a logpose who led the Erazor Djinn through a hell ride called Reverse Mountain, which happened to rip the ship to near shreds. The ship was barely afloat at this point.
Sitting listlessly on what was left of the deck was the Djinn-13's Captain, Kilik. He was sat bleary-eyed and unkept at the table, munching his way slowly through a mouthful of bread. The last loaf! After gaining a Navigator with a logpose, Kilik stupidity set sail without as much as forethought. At sea with very little food and water, the Djinn-13 crew found themselves starving. And Kilik was eating the last of the food. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, he stopped munching. His jaw went slack. Spit dribbled out of his mouth. His eyes glazed over blankly and his head nodded backwards.
Next thing - whomp!- his head landed mercilessly into the deck.
His stomach snarled and howled and from it came the not-so-subtle undertone of pain. It came in waves and it seemed as though his stomach was slowly digesting itself. He clutched at it, pulling it this way and that in an attempt to silence it but to no avail. It cried even louder. It was a slow pain, eating away at his stomach and leaving him to feel drained and empty. In order to curb his pain, he resumed chewing on the bread, in which he knew would only relieve him for a few hours before his stomach called to him.
Kilik was usually much more upbeat, but the hunger seemed to drain him. It had been a few hours since the crew had laid eyes upon an island, in fact, he would do anything to sea and island with his own two eyes. To even step foot on one at this point would be a dream come true.
As if on que, hustle and bustle and shuffling of feet and yelling of sailors pulled him out of his stupor. Dragging himself to his feet, he watched in awe as the Erazor Djinn slowly drifted itself closer and closer to the island. "Were free.." he mumbled as cracked wood crashed into the oncoming waves creating a deafening roar. Sniffing the air, he found himself enticed by the potential spices and sweets the island had to offer. "Land! he bellowed, excitement rushing through his veins, reinvigorating him. Finally, he could mingle with people who ate more that the drank.
