[There's a quiet invasion going on aboard the Sea Princess. A small team of Spades climbs aboard aft, and quickly spreads themselves out across the ship. They are cleverly disguised and completely indiscernible as Spades, obviously.
Namur, for instance, put a bandage over the tattoo on the back of his hand, a cabbie hat over his hair, and drew an impressively large, attractively curved mustache under his nose. Now everyone smells like marker ink, but he's taking one for the team. The Howling Sabers will never suspect the eight foot tall fishman isn't one of their own... right? He wanders around the ship, looking for the last island's token or, barring that, a fishing net. He's pretty sure they won't have nearly enough stocks of fish in their galley, and it'll give him credibility or some shit.]
(jawstheme.avi) INVASION TIME!
Namur, for instance, put a bandage over the tattoo on the back of his hand, a cabbie hat over his hair, and drew an impressively large, attractively curved mustache under his nose. Now everyone smells like marker ink, but he's taking one for the team. The Howling Sabers will never suspect the eight foot tall fishman isn't one of their own... right? He wanders around the ship, looking for the last island's token or, barring that, a fishing net. He's pretty sure they won't have nearly enough stocks of fish in their galley, and it'll give him credibility or some shit.]