12-08-2018, 09:52 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Clarence found his attention drawn to Paper's rather loud voice. He was talking about something called a 'weekly task.' He'd never heard of that specifically, but he had a good idea of what it was. He assumed it was something like the random schedules he'd been given each week abroad the Queen Charlotte. Each person got a different task in order to make sure the ship itself stayed afloat and was cleanly enough. Being the surgeon, he often had something to do with checking on the physical health of the crew or helping clean areas that were particularly unhygienic. It wasn't the best job, but it certainly wasn't the worst either. While checkups weren't the most exciting part of his time, at least he wasn't stuck in the belly of the ship. It was always so warm down there. Besides, it was better to check up on everyone and make sure they were well before he learned someone had an infection of some kind that'd lingered for just a little too long and it became a bigger problem. "I, uh, suppose I'll take one," the man spoke up as he settled down in front of Paper.