User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-24422626-20170619022234


 * As the team approaches Mr. Salty's galleon, Glaive's eyes widen considerably. He had expected a sort of rusty hunk barely worthy of the voyage hiding somewhere behind the Ann Marey.*

Glaive: Your uncle built this galleon? It looks like it should be serving high in Celestia's own navy.

Kick: Well, that's nice of him. I wonder if we could even repurpose the nanos at some point.

* Then the vigilante nods back at the box.*

Kick: ...No worries, Gretchen. This little box is actually a hard drive. Zeiss will probably gnaw his own foreleg off if he finds out Revenant lost it to us.

Honor: The old 10,000 hours, hm?

* ''Honor starts pulling ingredients out of a basket and placing them in a pot over the fire. Shimmerspark picks some fruit from the Bleeding Apple tree and offers them to the fletcher too.''*

Nettledew: Not nearly as much as you do, I daresay. Here—I can take him.