( no cups. like that's the actual problem, right? he huffs out a breath, barely a chuckle. look, he gets it. they don't have a lot of time, and there's still one too many sailors to evacuate. zoro crouches down, taking a look at the men who are all seated in a circle in the middle of the room. he's seeing what's plainly written on some of their faces -- anxious anticipation, nervousness, exhaustion, fright. they're thinking: is this gonna be a rescue or an execution? )
What was it they said? That it was something dark and slimy? ( he hadn't really been paying attention. his sole purpose for getting on this ship hadn't been to rescue a bunch of sailors. these men have been trained to deal with the rough seas. if they'd only let them go already, half of these fellas would make it to shore before he can even get to that stash of rum below deck. see, now that's the real tragedy. )
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What was it they said? That it was something dark and slimy? ( he hadn't really been paying attention. his sole purpose for getting on this ship hadn't been to rescue a bunch of sailors. these men have been trained to deal with the rough seas. if they'd only let them go already, half of these fellas would make it to shore before he can even get to that stash of rum below deck. see, now that's the real tragedy. )