Thread:Patrick.vtap/@comment-26184570-20170204163446/@comment-26210095-20170204182741

Azruben is sailing on his mighty flagship. He gazes out from the crow's nest towards the wide ocean, beholding a storm on the horizon. He lands on the deck with a splash. His (rapidly sinking) noble ship (more like a dignified raft) is being filled with water. He takes a bucket, and attempts to throw the salt water back into the ocean, to little avail. He sees the bottles of rum floating near him, and grabs them before they're lost to the ocean. "At least I can die happy." He says as he takes a quick swig of the drink. He turns back towards the ocean, seeing one of the massive monsoons the eastern sea is famous for.

"Well, crap."