Zytaveon was fast asleep but thanks to his long time without water, his skin seemed to be peeling slightly. He scratched himself, causing a couple of his scales to fall off, dull and void of color.
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John sat silently in his little office space, writing down notes and the tabs on how each pirate was doing. While Marina slept, he made sure to keep a healthy dose of water by her cell. He offered the other prisoners water as well. He sighed in relief to finally have a bit of peace and quiet. He took this moment to lean his head against his desk and close his eyes, taking a small nap.