A little ship is sailing through the northern Aegis, forward and brave does the little nutshell cut through the sea. It is clear weather, not a bit of a wave is disturbing the face of the sea, and still, if you listen closely, you'll get to hear some....strange noise from aboard the ship. These noises somehow do remember you your first day visiting a church and smelling this decadent ugly smell of the olibanum, or, most likely these are the memories how you passed the rest of the day crouching behind a bush. But in this specific case, it is just a poor little templar knight, desperately trying to hold on to at least a little bit of honour while puking his soul out of himself.
"For heaven’s sake.......*puking*....I shouldn't have said this...puhh...but by all the angels...*puking*....men, just let me beeee!"
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"Hey, it helped, I really do feel a little bit better now...oh thank you sweet Jesus....

*puuuuking allot*"

"Gosh, well...puhh...if all the major beings won’t be any help...ohoh...then maybe the saints will be there for any help, please come on? ....*puking*
This little poor knight now is grabbing for the crucifix which is hanging on his belt.
"How come, that every time I mention anyone of your fellows the world turns upside down? C'mon, I know you love me!" And again, the poor templar knight has plenty to offer for the fishes.
"Well...maybe not. I guess everyone needs to have his moods once in a while...holla." And while trying to go alongside the reeling, using it as a backing like an old man, Balthasar walks onto the back of this nutshell who so unfortunately, by an inevitable force, has become the fate of five brave men.
"Guillaume...my Captain...ulgh...no, you will stay down for a bit, will ya? Bothers, please pray for me, and father, please forgive me my stubbornness!"