Aboard the Rum Cask

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Kastron and Weedswoth were lying in the chest, holding their breath. It will have to be noted, if only just for honesty's sake, that Kastron was somewhat hiding behind Weedswrth, or rather, not hiding, but getting into a position in case sacrifice to the aunts wrath be required. Kastron didn't mind Weedsworth as a whole, but he didn't exactly value his life over his either.

Shamus looked almost incredulously at Eldor, as if he didn't know how to react to that, which he didn't . "Kass been eliminated?", he asked, still not quite believing it. "Are you quite sure, lad?", he felt Eldor's forehead n case the boy had a fever, which he didn't. Shamus looked at him. If here were in Eldor's boots, he would probably have quite the footache at the moment, for his feet were a lot bigger than Eldor's. However, he was in a bit of a softer mood than usual, on account of his sorrows, and Eldor's news had lightned his mood up considerably. He slapped Eldor goodnaturdly on the back. "Don't worry lad, yell get over it. Why, theres plenty of company better than Kass. Just hope you end up where he did." Shamus did a little dance, which looked a lot like an elephant tap dancing.

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Aunt Pessilys entered the room, seeing the trunk she was suddenly reminded that it was laundry day. ''I had best get started right away,'' she said advancing toward the chest, her ominous footsteps echoing around the room.

Eldor staggered a few steps forward at the man's hardy slap, ''better company?'' he said gasping for air, ''like who, its not like Kass was that good of company either, he was alright.''

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Kastron held his breath as Aunt came closer, and glared at Weedsworth, who started breathing like an orca when he was distressed. After a few seconds of that, he pinched Weedsworth nose, causing the unfortunate crew mate to kick the chest, then gasp for air loudly. Kastron wanted to facepalm, but accidentally facepalmed Weedsworth, who howled.

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The aunt's face turned into a thundercloud, she advanced upon the chest and threw open the lid, ''WEEDSWORTH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CHEST!!!'' Without waiting for an answer she grabbed the unfortunate fellow by the collar and belt and hauled him out.

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Kastron may or may not have aided in the removal of Weedsworth by giving him a slight push.I didn't say he did, but I most definitely said he did not, but as to the answer, I will leave it up to your imagination. After the unfortunate one was fished out so unceremoniously, Kastron made a jump out of the clothing box, and rushed past his large aunt, who was shaking poor Weedsworth till his brain rattled in his head. He then locked the door, knowing that wouldn't help for long, and ran into Emmalindas room, which, fortunately for him, was empty now. It had been his room at some point, and there was something he knew about it, and that was that it was possible to slip inside the mattress. So that is what he did, and hoped to high heavens Emmalinda wouldn't decide her numb mind to take a nap anytime soon.

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Emmalinda, who had been crying in some corner all this time, entered the bedroom red-eyed, and sat heavily upon the bed, ''what is the meaning of life,'' she asked herself in a lamenting voice.

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Kastron had just settled himself in and had started fiddling with some of the straw in the mattress, when he heard the door open. "Soup!", he hissed to himself. The next instant, he felt Emmalinda sitting down heavily, and right on top of his head too. Kastron felt his head would explode. Especially if he would have to listen to Emmalinda's talk for much longer.

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''I'm such a beautiful, smart and attractive lady, and Eldor still doesn't like me,'' she said in her screechy voice, ''its that Kassy, I have to do something about him,'' placing her hands under her chin she settled herself more comfortably on the bed.

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Kastron almost winced as she rolled over his head and settled, pinning some of his hair. “If that lovey dovey eyed piece of rotted out coral thinks her looks even hold a lightbugs light to Weedsworths looks, then she’s got many a lesson to learn. Ow.” Emmalinda rolled over again. Kastron was heartily regretting his decision on hiding spots. This was even worse than the last place. That and the fact that the dust the straw had collected over the years made him want to sneeze…

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''I wish I could just ball him up and throw him into Aunts soup,'' she said making a fist and punching her bed, ''bet it would taste better.''

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Kastron had to admit his sister could pull some punches, for that last one almost made him gasp. Half of him wanted to just get out of there, meet his aunt, get cooked in her soup and have it over with. Speaking of which, Eldor was probably long cooked. Kastron wouldn't have been surprised if it were HIM who was going to get eaten for lunch.

Weedsworth meanwhile was still bussily getting the shaking of his life. "Just what were you doing down there, you measly spongefull of sea scum?!?", the aunt sputtered at him. Weedsworth did not know how to answer that even if he had a chance to answer, which he didn't.

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Emmalinda threw herself down and quite suddenly began bawling, you readers may not think she had any very good reasons to begin crying but the truth is is that for Emmalinda anything is a reason to cry, even if it was her own hairbrush that offended her.

Eldor walked down below deck to go and check on the damages in their cabin, passing Weedsworth and the Aunt he immediately turned back around he was not planning on waisting his skin that day.

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Kastron rolled his eyes and repressed another sneeze. Now the bed was getting wet. "Oh great, can't she go cry somewhere else?", Kastron mused, and fought the urge to roll around. This whole hiding place was rather like a torturing place, and he could hear Weedsworth blubbering from he other room. After a few minutes, Kastron's fingers came across a needle in the hay. This was not at all what people calla pleasant experience, but Kastron bit down his urge to cry out, and gently took up the needle, sticking it into Emmalinda as hard as he could.

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Emmalinda's pity party could not get any more pathetic when she felt a sharp stinging pain dig itself into her arm, ''agh even my bed hates me, what have I ever done to it!'' She ran out of the room crying for Aunt Pessilys.

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Kastron thanked his stars for that needle, and quickly rushed out of the matress. He thought to look for a different hiding place, but then a somewhat horrible thought hit him, and he ran into the dishelved galley, and opened the cooking pot. He breathed a short sigh of relief when he found Eldor was not in it, but then thought maybe Aunt Pessilys had put him into the rum room to ferment, so that was his next destination. He quickly slipped inside, but similarly, Eldor was nowhere to be found. Either he's above deck, Kastron thought, or hes back in the ocean. He decided to look into the ocean, but at that moment footsteps were heard, and he his behind the dark casks and kegs of rum.