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Fantasy Sea of Divinity

“Yeah kinda, more of like a smart technological thing” ghost jack walks over to her “I’ll be fine just put my ashes in a jar or something you’ll need those”
 
fae looked around and then saw razor "can you please make a jar with your metal till we get onto the boat?" she gave him puppy dog eyes.
 
Razor makes a jar, “sure, hopefully we can find a better one when we get to the ship” he scoops up jacks ashes
 
“Wait...” Razor squinted his eyes, “Why do we have to use this boat to get to the ship?”
He stands up, “I mean. You can all fly, I can levitate with my metal, and the boat steers itself...” he looks to everyone individually, “can we just not use the boat..?”
 
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Zeek had already flown back to the ship shortly after Jack got stabbed, not wanting to get involved in the Captains personal vendettas.
 
Ghost Jack flies to the ship and grabs a locket in his desk and places it in a summoning circle and summons shadow
 
Shadows coffin slowly comes out of the ground. His eyes are closed (skeleton form) they open and are blank. Soon fire appears on his head and his eyes appear. The locket star attaches to his left shoudler. He floats out.
 
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Fae burst into the room "something is giving me the chills captain. i think there is something dea-" she stared at shadow and screamed slamming the door "THERE ARE TOO MANY DEAD PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP" She yelled going to the kitchen
 
(All expressions are made with his eyes. No actual jaw.) his eyes looked surprised at what just happened and floats around looking at the ship. His hair flickered
 
Razor was not very surprised, he had to communicate with the undead multiple times in his life. This was like something that had happened every other Thursday in his life.
“So, Nice hair. How’d you die? Just curious”
 
Shadow looked at Razor then held his locket and put it back. Voice kind of ghostly. Like coming from a radio. Or other electric recording. "Not something I'd like to discuss."
 

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