I yawned as I sat around the round table in front of the other captains, Baron, Weston, and Francois. The looked at me with concern. I mean I don't blame them for the last ten minutes I've been pleading with crew members to knock me out so that I could sleep.
"Ma Chere Mila, are you okay?"
I turned and smiled at him.
"I'm completely ca va Francois. I haven't slept for 24 hours so I think that the fact that I'm still talking is good."
Francois sighed. I turned and splashed cold water on my face from the barrel that Daniella brought me earlier. I'm sure as hell that I looked like some sort of monster.
"I don't think you're okay, you look like some monster with your eyes like that."
I smiled at Weston.
"Thank you for your unnecessary piece of information asshole."
Weston smiled sweetly back and flipped me off as he said.
"You're welcome bitch."
I flipped him back and answered.
"Don't sound so constipated dear. It's bad for beauty."
