trousers and into the hot mist.

He stayed there a while, not bothering to wash for several long moments as his thoughts yet again drifted back to his ship. Getting help on such a run-down, beat up island would be a difficult task, and he couldn't see anybody knowing anything about fixing up ships as badly damaged as his... let alone be willing to take a look at it. No, the very moment Morrigan stepped foot outside the ship and saw the silhouette of buildings in the distance, he knew what type of town it was. It was the type of town where everybody knew everybody, and strangers weren't welcome. Even the religious attitude of the old woman screamed begone and never look back. Morrigan sniggered as the waterran into his eyes, stained dark by the grime that he washed from his dark green hair. The cleaner he became, the more his skin crawled at the sensation of the water running down his back. It were as though the dirt had formed a barrier against it, and uncleanliness or not, the moment it was gone, Morrigan wished for it back. Shuddering suddenly at the hot water, he wondered if Yonyon was enjoying his shower, and wondered if making the Alpha Morina seaworthy again were even a pheasable possibility.

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