06-16-2019, 09:11 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]It has been a while since the female has had anyone host these, or done them herself, but she supposes with things publicly kicking off with Tanglewood and the Pitt, it would be good to encourage her crewmates to get moving a bit more. She'd little doubts they were all productive - they all thrived well enough these days, but she always found weekly tasks to be a nice little push. So, the tiger stands upon Barracuda Bay and holds her head high as she looks around. The day is quite sunny, not a single cloud in sight, and she has already seen several crewmates passing through the bay. "Oi!" Goldie calls out sharply and loudly, hoping to grab the attention of anyone nearby. "Step right up for some weekly tasks!"
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.