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Lucius nodded to Jake, and glanced at Henry, Dennis and Marek as he said, "Yeah, man, first cruise with Clear Water was on a container ship off the horn of Africa, and it was smooth like butter. Nothing like A-stan. See, the way I see it, you might be able to sneak up in some quiet ass boat, but now you've got a fifty foot vertical wall of wet metal to climb just to get on board a ship, and while you're movin' at cruisin' speed. Out in open water, the waves be slappin' you silly, and if you fall in, there's a pair of twenty foot diameter Cuisinarts astern trying to suck you in and puree you. I say, Mistuh Pirate, you give it your best shot. You make it up to the railing, and we'll give YOU our best shots, right in center mass." He raised his beefy hands mimicking holding a rifle, and made a *pow* sound as his arms bucked, pretending to take a shot. "Then you fall overboard and get sliced and diced. Chump becomes chum." He flashed his bright toothy smile, which disappeared as he added, "Yeah, not like A-stan."

The New Englander would lift up his bottle in a mock toast as he took another swig and spit. "Cottonmouth's a motherfucker and Marek's got a point about water intoxication. Friend of mine nearly died from that shit. I'd rather not fly out all this way just to get benched, unless one of you guys wanna do a double shift and I still get paid." He took a swig of water and swallowed this time. He looked forward as he took part of the conversations going on, "Open sea's not to bad, so long as you're doing work. When you've got nothing to do it's fucking mind numbing. Fishing boat's always got something to do, detangling line and nets, baiting traps." He'd swish and spit again, trying to be more discreet about it, he turned to Jake, "This'll make 6 Anti Pirate duties so far. Gotta say out of everything I've done, this is numbah two." He'd look to Lucius, "He's right, rain or fog and we're not looking and the bastards can get a shot off."

(Well, its been almost a week. I guess this game will back and forth between me and Ikaika till the other player join. I should have started this game “after“the holidays.) The big Polish man lost his attention of his book when he heard Henry ask for more water .” Another bottle!? You'll get water poisoning if you drink too much!” Adam pulled his earphones out and replied to Marek in a cockney accent.” Oi mate, I think he needs a little bit more water after tripping out on those pills.” A Smart ass grin formed on his face. Andreia lowered phone and gave the Brit dagger eyes.” Seriously!? You been working with him for almost a year and you don't know he gets sick whenever he gets on the plane?” Adam put his hands up like he was about to get about to get hit. “Whoa lass! I was just joking. I know perfectly well he's taking that dramamine for. You been working with me long enough to know that'll like to kid around, right?" Despite all the talking Mutada was fast asleep. And Hannu was muttering something in Finnish.

Dennis Werner - a tall man of mixed German and Native American descent, as well as the night supervisor - sat in the back of the van, reading the book he'd brought along for the ride - "Pushing Ice", by Alastair Reynolds, to be precise. Always a fairly quiet man, he had barely paid any attention to his comrades' conversations. However, from time to time, he'd look up from his book, just to see what his fellows were up to. On the most recent "look-up", he saw Henry spit into his bottle, before drinking the water again. That sight had made Dennis grimace - few things had managed to get that reaction from him, but this was definitely one of them. "For fuck's sake, man, how can you DO that?" he asked.