Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-4681758-20140322045040

"Yes, there are medical supplies on board.  No, you can't use any of them on a dead bird flying.  We need that equipment for when PEOPLE get hurt.  That stuff's expensive, and I will not allow you to use any of it to try to save what can't be saved.  Now get off my bridge, and don't bull anymore bullshit like this again.  You're still on thin ice after jumping off the ship the other day."

As Silver shoved Neon off the bridge, he saw Ciarán walking in, who was looking emotionally drained from what had just happened.

"My God... Silver, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you were right.  These people are insane.  I mean, I didn't know you had an eco-terrorist on board!"

"Meh.  To be fair, starting fights on deck and pulling weapons on each other was a pretty regular occurence on the ship I was raised on."

"Really?  And how did you deal with it there?"

Silver opened a cabinet at his feet, and pulled out two bottles of a local ale, and handed one to his leader.

"Booze my friend.  Lots and lots of booze."

"I really don't think you should be drinking and sailing."

"It's fine.  I haven't been 100% sober in like 4, 5 years, and I haven't crashed a ship in that time.  Not even once."

"OK, but that just raises a whole new problem..."