Asiavik raised his arm to cover his head as hail pelted from the sky, bruiesing his arm.
After this I have the right to call everyone of this ship a panzie....
The hailstones fell relentlessly.
Hail kept falling and Asiavik was starting to bleed.
All most out....
He expertly turned the wheel.
And done.
Asiavik weighed anchor and ran below deck to the officers messhall.
Greetings panzies.
Asiavik then noticed he must of looked like a mess, his hands were blue and bloody and the rest of his body looked the same way.
09-16-2010
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