"Ima crack ya'r fat melon ofa head, ya smelly ogre!" Gorgul yelled, he'd always had to get the last word in, he would do as the captain willed, he'd stop fighting with the ogre. He walked away from the ogre and the beggar wishing he could just throw them off the boat and seeing if they could swim, the thought of it provoked a hearty, bellowing laugh. He controlled his laughter as he approached the nose of the ship, he could see only the less then healthy looking blue-green water, the fish he saw were about the size of his head, he wanted to eat one.

He wondered how orc chieftans lived, he bet they had all the loot they could dream of, and a whole army of green skins to boss around, he often dreamt of this, if it wasn't that it was eating, eating big raw fish, or even cooking up an orc. He licked his lips as he made himself hungrier, his stomach growled at him as well, he sighed, he wondered what kind of grub they had on this ship.

He continued day-dreaming as the waves crashed below him, he was thinking about being in a battle circle this time, he was up against a green skin, they weren't using any weapons or armor, just fist and skin, he of course won, he punched the orcs head into three different shapes, the green skin fell down, dead, or in alot of pain, he didn't care, he won. He snapped out of it when he caught the smell of that putrid beggar again, he growled under his breath, he cursed a little too, he hated things that smelled worse then him.

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