Captain Marshall sat down in the Officer’s Mess in his usual seat at the head of the table, looking fierce. Along both sides of the table, the other officers sat quietly, looking down.
As tureens of food were served, the Captain tried to make eye contact with anyone. Not even the First Mate acknowledged him.
“I was in the right!”, roared the Captain as he threw stew into his bowl.
“No, you weren’t” murmured the XO as the musket blast hit the Captain in the belly. He flopped over, collapsed, and tried to make his escape.
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