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Uta was slightly jolted out of dark thoughts by a bellowing voice for "All new hands". She supposed that meant her. She turned for one last look at the point she had been looking toward and then briskly walked to the source of the voice - the first mate, she took a chance at guessing. No doubt he had orders to pass on from the Captain. Uta was curious. The old salts were going about their business with an efficiency that spoke of a familiarity with both the ship, the sea and one another. An efficiency that she knew she could not hope to match at this point.
OOC: No apologies needed. I'm glad the thread hasn't completely flat-lined yet.
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