"I uh... err... ah. Ehehaha..." Doc giggled to himself nervously, unable to keep his hands in one place. "About 'at, Ca'tnnn..."
"'E fell," Bob insisted, glaring angrily towards Doc. "Tripped on his own feet, din'cha?"
"Oh, yeah! Right!" Doc barked obediently, "Wonderboy fell! 'Ats'all!"
The collective of Coral Boys murmured general agreements to the same disharmonic tune. Petty Officer Bob stuck his chest out, betting his everything that his confidence would make everyone else overlook the fact that he was lying through his rocky teeth.
Honestly, Krysaos wasn't even mad. It's what sailors do-- stick together.
"Doc," He took a deep breath. "Step away... from my deck swab."
The Coral Boy folded his hands in front of his chest as if he was trying to beg, "I uh... I ain't so sure 'at's a good idea, Cap'n."
"Brother-Captain," Lieutenant Tycon whispered in a low voice... "Perhaps... we should let this go?"
