And so as our various surviving crews maneuver back into port and weigh anchor, it's time for the Feast!

>>939314800
When one of the oafish, horny, shamelessly voyeuristic /b/tards drops the burning taper in his sweaty fist, Alpha, you'll be the first to know.

(But definitely not the last.)

Bad luck there, Fish, especially with the end so nearly in sight.

Nobody drinks more eagerly or thirstily than Astrid and Blaidd.