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I'm not getting notifications and now I'm so lost.

Rebecca stumbled about attempting to find her way back to the ship on her own. Thinking it wasn't going to be very difficult she had set off without any assistance, however due to the sheer amount of alcohol she consumed it seemed next to impossible. People glared, animals were nearly trampled...

I find essays fun.

Rebecca typically kept her favorite parts of the ship in perfect condition, which was anything which required gunpowder. When she wasn't performing maintenance on the weaponry Rebecca was often caught stealing rum from the storage, or when docked, out drinking at various pubs. Lately she had...

Yay! *Jumps off her ship and starts flailing* I DON'T HAVE WINGS

College is so boring, all I do is pretend to know the work and drool on my backpack when I fall asleep. I can't wait to be a sky pirate.

They set their lungs on fire :D *rimshot*

Manager found out I'm a lesbian and didn't agree with it so he fired me. It's legal here which sucks.

Your queen has terrible news, as of tomorrow she no longer has an occupation. A new diplomat reigns over her cafe and thus fired for reasons which should be deemed unconstitutional.

Your Queen doesn't need rules, her say is absolute, and she demands all obey the rules. You can quote me on that.

REBECCA ONLY CARES FOR THE CANNONS AND THE RUM WHERE'S ALL THE RUM GONE?

Rebecca cares not for Violins.

Cannons and rifles and handguns, oh my.

The collision between the ships revealed exactly how graceful she really is. Rebecca was launched forward and landed on the opposing ship on her back, dazed and confused, with bullets rocketing above her.

Yay for rules!

(I'm gonna have to go real quick and come back later today) Rebecca grabs onto her savior, unfortunately gets smacked in the face with the pole and is sent flying upwards, and crashing face first on the ship.

Holding tightly to a rope, standing on a long pole, and flailing frantically, Rebecca screamed and attempted to leap onto the ship, missing entirely. She crossed her arms and continued to plummet. Rebecca: Well crap.

Rebecca coughed and dusted herself off, making sure she wasn't burnt to a crisp. Rebecca: "Help! I'm stuck on a floating island and my bike is broken and I scraped my knee!"

Rebecca leans and lazily drifts towards the sails, going so incredibly slow. Rebecca: The only person I listen to is me and science, and right now science listens to me!

Rebecca: *Appears peddling a small flying bicycle with a propeller* I have mastered science in the most pure form!