32_ CHAPTER ORDER OF THE MEDICAL
The rain showed no signs of stopping, the men were already too anxious and nervous about the uncertain fate of their captain and that time did not help. Gregory only seemed calm, he knew that the storm was only the result of the pain of the goddess ... how to explain to the crew? It only remained to assist them, to keep them at bay. For three days he was nailed at the helm, without stopping even to eat, the thought of David and kept him awake, then, at dusk, that strange doctor made his appearance on deck, almost love him to keep company. The fourth day was drawing to a close, the stars began to shore up the sky, the captain smiled slyly saw him coming. It was crazy, no doubt, but his company made him feel good ... all too well. The man approached him, he looked strangely serious, "Come on!" She said, grabbing him by the arm.
"Are you crazy? I have to steer the ship. "
" Exactly why we need to live, but if you continue at this rate do not you survive to your 'beloved' captain. " A bit of cynicism in his voice.
"And who shall stand at the helm?"
"I'll be There" Shadow intervened. At this point, Greg had to surrender, he trusted the old boatswain rather than himself. He followed the surgeon below deck.
"Are you crazy? I have to steer the ship. "
" Exactly why we need to live, but if you continue at this rate do not you survive to your 'beloved' captain. " A bit of cynicism in his voice.
"And who shall stand at the helm?"
"I'll be There" Shadow intervened. At this point, Greg had to surrender, he trusted the old boatswain rather than himself. He followed the surgeon below deck.
"Where are we?"
"Obviously in my lodgings." The boy was surprised, did not know there was a car destined to the doctor, his predecessor, the old Jonathan, was usually drunk down in the hold, with the crew.
"Obviously in my lodgings." The boy was surprised, did not know there was a car destined to the doctor, his predecessor, the old Jonathan, was usually drunk down in the hold, with the crew.
He looked around: the room was very similar to that of David, just a little 'smaller and a dark cloth, set with the props, I hid a part of the eye.
"back there is a tub with hot water and clean clothes, take a bath and try to relax. It is an order from a doctor, okay? "He said leaving the room.
returned to his rooms and found them empty. Where was the boy? That it was still possible to soak? Plan drew back the curtain ...
Fatigue had the better of the young man who had fallen asleep. He paused for a moment to observe it. He sculpted the muscles and the skin tough, screeched with only his face role: his features were too graceful. It reminded him of a Pirates of the legendary Noble whose family had gone missing, exchange, however, the legend. That boy was curious about it.
"Wake up boy or catch pneumonia," he said, handing him a piece. "Dry, coated and come and eat." Greg was quite accustomed to the ways unkind to David, so was unimpressed. The doctor, in theory, was his subject, but a bit 'for the age, a little' for 'title' the aroused some form of deference.
He ate with gusto, his body finally giving respite to the tested.
"Without a shot, you need it," said the other, handing him the Rum.
adores him and drank it eagerly, but when he tried to get up, staggered: fatigue and alcohol were a bad mix. The surgeon supported him, dragging him to his bed, "Where are you going low in this state? You need to rest, preferably on a cot decent. "
The young man gave up. He was really exhausted and he closed his eyes, felt his heart being strangely light, apart from the captain, no one had ever given a punishment for him.
Fatigue had the better of the young man who had fallen asleep. He paused for a moment to observe it. He sculpted the muscles and the skin tough, screeched with only his face role: his features were too graceful. It reminded him of a Pirates of the legendary Noble whose family had gone missing, exchange, however, the legend. That boy was curious about it.
"Wake up boy or catch pneumonia," he said, handing him a piece. "Dry, coated and come and eat." Greg was quite accustomed to the ways unkind to David, so was unimpressed. The doctor, in theory, was his subject, but a bit 'for the age, a little' for 'title' the aroused some form of deference.
He ate with gusto, his body finally giving respite to the tested.
"Without a shot, you need it," said the other, handing him the Rum.
adores him and drank it eagerly, but when he tried to get up, staggered: fatigue and alcohol were a bad mix. The surgeon supported him, dragging him to his bed, "Where are you going low in this state? You need to rest, preferably on a cot decent. "
The young man gave up. He was really exhausted and he closed his eyes, felt his heart being strangely light, apart from the captain, no one had ever given a punishment for him.
* This is not the kind of life suited to a boy * he thought the man left the room.
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