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A recent rat corpse, and a bloodied ladle on the floor generated a sight of unease to Fay. The view's registry within Fay's mind prompted her to vomit a small six, or so ounces onto her hand, as she managed to prevent the flow of her insides from hitting the floor. She wiped the bodily grime and ooze on her plain blue and impractical noble's dress. A shriek or two would make sense, but Fay's silence represented her tough demeanor. Her responsibility encouraged her to remain and to clean the mess like a full, able-bodied woman of the lugahata company. After all, what would Agatha do, was the thought to constantly hit between the mixed notes of competence and uncertainty, at least for Fay. Fortunately, she left the presence of dead rat and gross ladle due to a necessary mess hall meeting requiring Fay's attention, since a nearby sailor shouted, "Agatha's speaking soon, ya all. Come to de mess hall." Fay's mouth couldn't hold it longer, and instead of vomit, relief in the form of sighs protruded from her oral orifice. She spoke, "Ahh, aye yai yai. I'll be there."
Leisurely walking, no, not for Fay, as it was rather important, so she picked up her dress, which dropped so abundantly near her ankles. A sight of woman running in simple shoes accompanied with handfuls of plain blue dress in both hands. Look at her run, look at her jump with each important step. She carefully took her time to not step on the cracks, as she was a stickler for bad luck.
One such folk tale, titled the cracked floor, detailed an event where a boy carrying two stocks of wheat to the market stepped on a crack within the concrete walkways of a Venesian marketplace. What followed was horrible. As the boy sold his stocks in the market place, a woman with a broken back was wheeled to the boy's stall by a man with no eyeballs. The woman asked for two bushels of wheat, for which the boy stated, "I'm sorry miss, I only have two stocks." The woman left, and the boy failed to make any sale at all for the remainder of that day. At least, that's how Fay remembered the tale.
Luckily, no cracks were graced by Fay's light, quick footsteps. When she finally made her way to the mess hall, she heard Agatha beginning to speak about some yellow bearded individual. Fay wondered if the yellow beard contained any gold, and so her interest was peaked immediately upon the mention of yellow beard. When the meeting ended, she knew she needed to do what a woman always does: attend a war meeting in an hour. It been a long time since she killed, about twelve or so minutes. She couldn't quite comprehend whether the war would require another ladle, or if already used one would work. She held that question in mind, as she walked back to her prior post, making sure to not step on any cracks along the way.
An hour passed with Fay moving around some cargo. She was never required to clean up her mess with the rat, because the corpse disappeared before her return. Clearly, luck beyond gods emitted from her very aura. Maybe she was a god, no wait a goddess, but the title god works too, since good ol' Fay believed in equality. Her brain was an enigma, as the image of split milk upon her manifestation of god-like divination persisted for the remainder of that hour.
Although Fay's brain contained an array of thoughts, punctuality was something she obtain through luck, rather than practice. So in a sense, she was present in the war room before the meeting commenced, and her rear was seated on the most delicate and comfortable material. In Fay's mind, her butt was relaxed to an extent. She shuffled a bit to find a more comforting position within the material, but later ignored that part of her endeavors in favor of listening to captain Agatha. When Agatha finished speaking, Fay had a million questions to ask, but they were all answered immediately in her mind, when she finally found a perfect place for her posterior. Those two seconds of bliss were well worth the effort, as she later stood up, after hearing an approval of dismissal. However, Fay remained to hear Agatha's final summary of the plan. After the hearing, she presented a wide and large smile to everyone. She couldn't wait to bond with her friends over the lamentations and complete annihilation of pirates.
The next two days passed with a transition of a calm breeze to a violent thunderstorm. She was told to grab something. She spoke out loud, almost agitated, "I'm a respectable woman, but oh well, you convinced me so." She grabbed the toilet handle with her left hand, since the scenario occurred, after she finished emptying her bowels. After the ordeal, she was covered in liquid. However, such trivial matters did little to stop her from entering an airboat. Only one thing mattered to her, obtaining Yellow Beard's golden beard.
With a sudden flurry of images, due to the disorientating sight of multitude entities happening at once, Fay found herself on the battlefield, uncertain of what to do precisely with the air boat. She decided to follow Agatha's command, and offer support for the battle's encounter on the bridge. Due to her inexperience, she was shot down immediately, which resulted in Fay ejecting herself from the air boat and landing straight into the fray with the aid of a parachute. She gulped, as fear entered her mind. Wet, tired, and recently shot down, Fay was in somewhat of a trance, experiencing new things. Thus, she took to witnessing Agatha's group, making sure to follow suit, in case she lost her way. She pulled out a piece of plank wood that protrude from the bridge. Now armed, she was ready to face any adversity that came her way.
