The sounds of waves and the bellowing of seagulls are heard as the warship sails through the sea. Men converse and walk to where they're needed as few stay at their stations. Deep within the ship, within the mess hall resides crewmen, captains, and soldiers alike. However a certain heavy armed group had the most interesting conversation. "No no, Gunnery Sergeant Hawking is the cutest woman on here." "Are you kidding? Like I told you it's Captain Cortez that's the cutest!" "You guys are stupid... It's obviously Corporal Crawford who's cutest." "What do you think, Sylvester?" a voice happily shouts out to across the table, "What?" is shouted back, "Who's the cutest girl on the ship?" Ser Sylvester Rosney sighs from across the table, rubbing his forehead, "I've got a wife back home I can't think about this!" he shouts. "Ah, you're no fun!" is replied to him as the men from across the table continue to laugh as they argue over their childish debate. Ser Sylvester Rosney stands from his seat at the table as he had finished eating the usual crap they had on the ship before taking it over and sliding the plates into what looked like a sink and placed his tray on the pile located under, "Used". He walked back over to his previous seat, sliding on his helmet before grabbing his his Shoulder Mounted Crank Minigun and heading up to the deck to look out to sea.
