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fandomhigh2011-01-27 11:10 pm
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Being a Proper Sea Dog, Friday, Period 3 [Session 4]
Today would not be a fun day in Hook's class. The class gathered in the Danger Shop as usual, where the ship looked not as clean as normal. In fact, the deck was filthy with stains of various colors, dirt and salt residue and things you probably didn't want to imagine.
The environment was also quite warm, with a simulated sun beating down upon the ship.
There were mops and buckets. One for every student in the class.
Hook stood in front of the Captain's cabin door, and gestured with his hook once the class was gathered.
"Life at sea is hard. Today, under the hot sun, you will all roll up your sleeves and swab the deck until it is spotless. This is again what we call an object lesson. You will learn the hardship of the sea first hand. And for refreshment, there is a barrel."
Hook gestured over at the barrel with his hook. "It is filled with biscuits called hardtack. They are nutritious, but I sadly will admit they are far from delicous, far from delicious indeed. You are alotted one biscuit for the class, and you must continue to swab until either the deck is clean or we are out of time."
He laughed. "If you manage to clean the whole deck, there will cake as a reward. Sadly, that is not part of the object lesson. It is merely extra motivation for you good students."
He patted the railing near him, since he couldn't clap. "Well, that's it, chop to it, there we go, there we go."
He eyed Jason and Zack for a moment, as if daring them to think of a way to mutiny this week.
[ooc:OCD first, plz Up and ready to go!]
The environment was also quite warm, with a simulated sun beating down upon the ship.
There were mops and buckets. One for every student in the class.
Hook stood in front of the Captain's cabin door, and gestured with his hook once the class was gathered.
"Life at sea is hard. Today, under the hot sun, you will all roll up your sleeves and swab the deck until it is spotless. This is again what we call an object lesson. You will learn the hardship of the sea first hand. And for refreshment, there is a barrel."
Hook gestured over at the barrel with his hook. "It is filled with biscuits called hardtack. They are nutritious, but I sadly will admit they are far from delicous, far from delicious indeed. You are alotted one biscuit for the class, and you must continue to swab until either the deck is clean or we are out of time."
He laughed. "If you manage to clean the whole deck, there will cake as a reward. Sadly, that is not part of the object lesson. It is merely extra motivation for you good students."
He patted the railing near him, since he couldn't clap. "Well, that's it, chop to it, there we go, there we go."
He eyed Jason and Zack for a moment, as if daring them to think of a way to mutiny this week.
[ooc:
Enjoy Hardtack!
Re: Enjoy Hardtack!
This thing was disgusting.
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herKarla's cooking.Re: Enjoy Hardtack!
Of course, that didn't mean he had any intent to try to eat it. It was more the sort of thing you slipped into your pocket to use for something later. Like knocking out giants and trolls...
Re: Enjoy Hardtack!
Re: Enjoy Hardtack!
So it was totally getting gnawed on. Relentlessly.
Mmmm. Bread-ish.