Utterly Mad

[[Crap didn't know we already started this.]]

Thomas was already behind the group, holding the moldy and sea fungus ridden boxes. Trying his best to both keep a firm grip on the box, and to not touch any of the icky moss that plagued the outer-shell of the crate. He dropped the final crate into one of many carts they'd be pushing, grabbing his chest and taking a few deep breaths; 'I'm really too old for this', he thought as he straightened up and started pushing one of the carts. He knew the Captain doesn't want him doing the manual labor, but at the same time he wants to feel as useful as he did back in his prime; so him and Jolie currently have a mutual agreement on this, but one more sprained muscle or busted up hip, and he'll be pushed into shuffling papers and keeping count on the stock... as well as being the Captain's main adviser.

He looked at the sea spray encrusted windows, faint shadows flickering in and out of existence behind the thick green glass that once appeared yellow. It reminded him of his old home when he was a lad, the times he'd come from school to find that it'd be more Fish Broth stew mixed with the finest selection of trout and bottom feeding fish; with their bones sticking out of the textured chunks of meat that'd float in the stew like islands. He saw the store up ahead, coming into view slowly.

He began to feel his "sweet tooth" acting up the closer he was.