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"To the three B's. Booze, bitches and blackjack"

Athena laughs. "Interesting preference. Just wondering, how good are you at holding that booze? You get drunk easy or no?" Athena asked, curious.

"I think my liver might be rotting, but I am not sure, and I have lived a good life, so I take as much booze as I can handle, which is alot" He swerved the ship out of the trajectory of an incoming isle.

"Hmmm. I am pretty good at holding alcohol. But Hetlerald? He collapsed when we had our drinking contest. Hunter did too. I was the last one standing."

"I can probably beat the three of you with my hands tied behind my back" It begins to slowly drip. "Looks like it's going to rain"

"It does. Rain is nice so long as it isn't pouring."

The isles begins to seem farther away from each other. "Looks like we are about to reach "The Open White" I don't know what it is, I have just heard somebody tell about it" The rain began to become more frequent.

"Huh. Well, whatever it is doesn't sound nice"

"Well we are there now" They had arrived at vast plain of fog. The Soup Bowl floated above the fog making it possible to see were they were going. The rain began to pour down. "Maybe you should go under deck and take everyone else with you. I don't want any other than me to be sick"

Hrua whimpered and crawled under.

"oi I can hold my damn drinks but it is not my fault that the platform we were one was unsteady"

"Sure it was. You go ahead and believe that if it makes you feel better. But if it was so unsteady, how did I not fall?"

"I SAID GO UNDER!" Hector yelled. Thunder could be heard boom fat away.

Corrine flinched as Hector yelled, having zoned out while staring over the side of the ship. She straightened up and walked across the deck to the door, heading down under.

Hetlerald went under the deck

Athena went under deck

The wind strengthened, pulling the boat from left to right. The cracks of thunder came closer. A rat had snuck on board, but were quickly swept away by the great winds. "I SWEAR TO MY DEAD MOTHER, THAT I PERSONALLY ARE GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE MONKEY WHO'S WORK THIS IS!" He yelled at the storm like it were a person.

((Spot the foreshadow))

Hana was already chilling out under deck. "Hey."

((Sorry for being gone for so long.))

The wind turned into a storm. The wind grew even stronger. Hector held onto the rudder with all of his might, trying to get the boat safely out of the storm. Beneath rumbled a thunder, but not one of lightning, but creatures. If the boat dived into its foggy ocean, it would spell certain doom. A greater wind grabbed at Hector, then tried to yank him away from steering.

Athena felt the ship rocking a bit