WW LLXVIII: Yar Har Har and a Bottle o' Rum

[Paranoia]

It's been awhile since anyone on the ship's seen land, no part thanks to the Cap'ns dreadful navigation skills, having misplaced the ship once on a beach. Three of you start a talkin' amongst yourselves. Talkin' about how a mutiny is needed.

Talk of plungin' the ol' cap'n into the briny.

Too bad the briny deep got to ye first. No sooner the three fishmen climb aboard and murder the scurvy dogs talking trechery, they stole their clothes and started masqueradin' as 'em. As if that'd fool a normal 'uman! O' course, the people on this ship tend to be plastered more 'n most so you might not notice it but hey cut a pirate a break! Drinkin' all the rum is hard work!

Meanwhile, Captain Paranoia fumbles about his pocket, looking for his oft misplaced keys. Cursin' something most foul (primarily about some dark sea deity or the other), he storms off in the opposite direction o' his cabin....

----Night Zero Continues until 1:00 PM CST!----