3rd day at sea...Part 1

Was a grim morning, awakening to the sound of a shrill scream from a youngin swab. "BOLLOCKS!" cried the swab. I came rushin down into the deck to see the bloodied corpse of one of my first mates! a large steak knife plunged right in his back. "Who done did this?!" I berated at the crew. But none spoke up, not a single pipe...I look over to see my helmsman, the youngin swab, me boatswane, and the chef all starin in awe. Then i thought to myself...what business does a helmsman have down in the deck? and whats a swab doin down here and not doing the scrubbing? and what the bloody hell is the chef doing down here?? Something is definitely afoot. "Alright ya barnacles! some lubber is goin to speak up or else its the plank with the lot of you!" I was bluffing of course but those numbskulls havent got a single cent in their barnacle-ridden-heads of theirs. The helmsman looked away, the swab fidgeted, the boatswane stood still, and the chef walked to his duties. I thought to myself what had my first mate done to deserve this? yesterday after escaping the serpent, during dinner he reached for the last loaf of bread accidentally Spilling drink on the swabs meat. my helmsman loves bread and the chef does as well. Im so stumped I have no idea who it was...

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