Casmon: *She was leaning against a supply crate at the bottom of the ship, sipping a diet Dr. Peppeer*

Casmon: *She took another sip of her Dr.Pepper* You've got cat ears and a tail, I don't see how you're not! *She smiled a bit*

Casmon: *She giggled a bit* I'm just messin' with ya. *She untied Ginger's leash*

Casmon: *She stumbled back* What was that? *She tried going upstairs but found that they were trapped in*

Casmon: *She heard the ship "groan" and she started panicking* We aren't sinking- are we??

Casmon: We're trapped here, maybe I can try busting the latch open?

Casmon: Well do you have a better idea? WE'RE SINKING HERE.

Casmon: Your telling me, that you went on a ship that was crossing a quarter of the Atlantic Ocean, and you can't swim?! *She was yelling now*

Casmon: *She took a deep breath, sighing* Might as well try.. *She rammed into the latch with all her weight. It shook madly but didn't unhook or break*

Casmon: *The ship shifting made her ram into the wall, the wood splintered and a tiny leak of water started to flow in* UGH

Casmon: Help me repair this leak, what objects can repair it?

Casmon: *The water was sloshing around her toes now, she looked in the supply crate and found healing supplies. She took a long wrapped fold of bandages and stuffed it in the leak* Your stomache isn't important right now.

Gtg to bed sorry, we can continue tommorow at 4:00-5:00?

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