The Cuban submarine doesn't show up for the midnight rendezvous, which wasn't surprising as the plans had been made before the US threat to nuke all of Eutopia had been made. Loic checks the GPS and just to be sure uses the sextant to check his lattitude too. He tacks back and forth at the rendezvous point until nearly dawn, when he can't keep his eyes open any longer. Plan B was to sail to Haiti and use the gold medallion Queen Francesca had given him in a voodoo ceremony against her, but it looked like the volcano had taken care of that, so he set course for Azores, for lack of a better destination, engaging the auto-tiller.
"If I can't do anything else, I might was well undo one of my lies."
He went below to his berth. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Loic fell asleep, or rather...
(OOC: continued in the Townhall )
"If I can't do anything else, I might was well undo one of my lies."
He went below to his berth. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Loic fell asleep, or rather...
(OOC: continued in the Townhall )
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