[Look at Flash in his fancy hat! Isn't he dashing? Right now, he is in the fastest vessel in the City seas. That vessel is a rowboat The bottom is filled with oars - he can't seem to stop breaking them. He has the comm settled in the seat in front of him.]
Captain's log, August 11th, eighteen--two thousand--whatever year it is.
My beloved ship, Shayera, is being repaired at the moment, but as these dastardly degenerates will not wait for her return to full function, neither shall I. It seems the waters are more perilous than usual, in fact.
[Pause. He stares off into the distance for a moment before he starts rifling around the bottom of the boat, tossing aside a few oars before finding a spyglass. It won't open for him - it seems to be sticky. Probably because there's a bunch of random junk food at the bottom of the rowboat too. He finally manages to get it to his eye.]
What ho?! A pirate flag on the horizon! Onward!
[His arms are a blur as he begins rowing the boat forward just before he turns the comm off with his foot.]
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Captain's log, August 11th, eighteen--two thousand--whatever year it is.
My beloved ship, Shayera, is being repaired at the moment, but as these dastardly degenerates will not wait for her return to full function, neither shall I. It seems the waters are more perilous than usual, in fact.
[Pause. He stares off into the distance for a moment before he starts rifling around the bottom of the boat, tossing aside a few oars before finding a spyglass. It won't open for him - it seems to be sticky. Probably because there's a bunch of random junk food at the bottom of the rowboat too. He finally manages to get it to his eye.]
What ho?! A pirate flag on the horizon! Onward!
[His arms are a blur as he begins rowing the boat forward just before he turns the comm off with his foot.]
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