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Rubilax
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Re: Under The General's Command (Work in Progress)

----- Update!-----

The door was rusted shut, so it took Ferris a few minutes to pry it open. When the hinges eventually gave way to the scrawny 19 year old's unimpressive strength, he was shoved to the side as Wilson and Larry rushed in, desperate to get out of the rain.

The inside of the trawler was surprisingly tidy. The walls were still white and the wooden floor wasn't rotten like the outside deck. A map was neatly laid out nearly on the table next to a half-eaten sandwich that had more mold than bread and a boating manual that was outdated fifty years ago. The yellow glow that filled the room when Ferris flicked the switch confirmed that, despite their immense age, the light bulbs were still functional. It was as if they had just walked into a naval crypt, or at least an abandoned set for a maritime horror movie.

"Holy shit, It smells worse than your bathroom!" Larry said, gagging on the stagnant air, "When was the last time someone opened a window in here?"

"Forget the window," Wilson said, shaking the water out of his hair, "How long do you think that sandwich has been there?"

"Too long," Ferris muttered as he wedged his duffel bag through narrow door frame, "So do you..."

"Dude, check out these coats!" Wilson exclaimed, opening one of the closets that lined the room, "They must be ancient!"

"Older than that fossilized sandwich?" Larry asked, searching the cupboards for a trashcan.

"Guys..." Ferris tried to interject, but his comment went unnoticed.

"Who fuckin' knows," Wilson continued as he donned one of the brown coats, "I'm surprised they don't have holes in them.

Ferris sighed. This wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm going to check out the hull," he said, taking out a small flashlight from his pocket as he opened the hatch to the ladder that led down into the heart of the ship, "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

His words went unnoticed as the two frat boys continued to explore the cabin. Hoping to drown out their loud idle chatter, he closed the hatch behind him.

Coming up next: An investigation yields unexpected results
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