100. Planning With A Side of Alcohol

The crew of The Lucky Wench gathers together to figure out their next step.
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            Bottles rattled on the tabletop as the goblin’s green fist slammed onto the surface, his red eyes filled with frustration. He bared his teeth and glared at Cristianno, fingernails scrapping at the wood. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
            “Oh and what the fuck do you suggest we do? Hm? Bring her back to the ship? Have her kill me and the rest of us?” Cristianno remained leaning back against his chair while he held his jug of bourbon in one hand.
            “Well I ain’t gonna go out there without a fucking healer, especially if you’re planning something stupid!”
            “Everything we do is stupid, asshole.”
            “Alright, something really stupid.”
            “Ya be forgettin’ that the witch there did try ta kill Wolf.” The female dwarf poked the goblin with her bottle of rum. “Wot about that?”
            “Fucking poke me again and I’ll blast your head off.”
            “Will that be after I poison your dinner tonight?” Gerty grinned widely, making Ziggly’s eyes narrow coldly toward her.
            “Focus, dogs. No one is blasting or poisoning anyone or I’ll shoot you both on the spot!” Cris took a drink of his bourbon and closed his eyes. He lifted one leg onto the chair and leaned his elbow along his knee, holding his head in his hand. “She’s all we know for now.”
            “She’s a fucking good healer, Wolf! Just because she tried to kill you doesn’t mean she fucking sucks.”
            “She betrayed me, Ziggly.”
            “Hey, killing those kids is not a betrayal!” Cris lowered his hand and glared at Ziggly. “Well, it ain’t!”
            “That’s not what I meant, fucker. She jumped out with the tooth in her hand!”
            “You did tell her to get the fuck out.”
            “But I didn’t tell her to take my damn life with her!”
            The dwarf propped her feet onto the table and shook her head as she took a drink. “I think it be madness if ya let her aboard again, Wolf. Unless ya want me to poison her meal!” Her green eyes widened as she smiled brightly, leaning toward Cris.
            “What the fuck is wrong with you, Gerty? Trying to poison everyone?” Cristianno shook his head and covered his eyes again with his hand. His mind raced with thoughts of Niela, Alaia, Laerchel, sailing, gold, his mother, the sea, and all the while, he heard Ziggly’s annoying and whining voice nagging at Gerty’s comments. He pinched at his eyes and slammed the jug onto the table. “ENOUGH! Zig, just shut the fuck up! Gerty, shut up! We’ll contact Tia and see if she’s sorry for her bullshit. Gerty, he’s right. She’s the only healer we know and one who is willing to be join a stupid run at sea, unless you can find us another.”
            The female dwarf huffed and slumped against her chair. “Fine, but doncha be coming to me and crying that she be stabbing yer back again.”
            “I’m sure if I did, you’d shoot us both.”
            “Aye, Captain. One for her stupid move and the other for just being stupid.”
            Cristianno smiled faintly and looked at Ziggly, who had opened a brand new jug of bourbon. He glared at Cris as he gulped down the alcohol. “ ‘Bout time you got some sense in you.”
            “Sense? She wanted me dead, Zig.”
            “She’s going to have the crew against her if she attacks you. Besides, we’re fucking assuming that she’s going to return! What if she doesn’t? I ain’t pulling no bullshit with no fucking healer around!” The goblin slurped his alcohol, droplets streaming down his chin.
            “If she says no, we’ll find someone! Fuck, Zig! You’re making a big fucking deal out of this!”
            “Well it is! You get shot and then what? I take your ship but we lose you!”
            Cristianno chuckled and looked down. “You ain’t taking the ship.”
            “Fuck you, I am. That’s not the point, asshole. We need a healer and Tia is the best fucking healer we know.”
            “Says you,” Cristianno mumbled.
            “Fuck yes, says I!”
            “Shut yer fucking mouth, Ziggly,” Gerty shouted, bringing her rum to her lips.
            “Don’t you shut me, wench!” Ziggly reached over, lifting his hand ready to smack her when he heard the clicking of Cristianno’s gun. He growled and sat back in his chair, turning to see the gun pointed at him.
            “Apologize to the lady,” Cristianno said calmly.
            “It’s just Gerty.”
            “Apologize to the lady.”
            The dwarf smirked brightly, lifting her eyebrows as she waited for Ziggly’s words. The goblin grumbled, “Sorry, wench.”
            Gerty smiled and shrugged, “Good enough fer me.”
            Cristianno put his gun away and leaned back once more. “Fine, then we agree to contact Tia. I also need to contact Laerchel and see when we can meet with her. Hopefully she’ll have enough information to see what we can plan out.
            Ziggly chuckled and pretended to hump in place, “Yeah, meet with Laerchel.” Gerty couldn’t help but laugh, the only moment the two bonded for the afternoon. Cristianno sighed and threw his jug over Ziggly’s head.
            “Fuck you two, I’m out.”
            “She’s not out there, Wolfy!” Ziggly cried out and laughed loudly before he screamed out, “Don’t you hit me, bitch!”
            “Go fuck yourself, Zig!”
            Cristianno threw his hands over his ears and walked up to the deck. The gloomy skies over Ghostlands were pathetic in his eyes, but no one was going to bother him or his ship. “Fuck this, I’m going swimming.” He removed his clothes except for his trousers and dived off the ship, into the darkened, cold waters, which to him, felt like a warm embrace.

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