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Lightningy Saffron

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This is me, Remy. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit. What's my problem? First of all, I'm a rat. Which means, life is hard. Second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell... This my friends, gets me into a world of delicious trouble.

((OOC: I roleplay Remy from Disney's Ratatouille. He's obsessed with all things delicious and has a love for ladies, although he lacks much smolder for his first love will always be food. Will roleplay with anyone!))

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Remy’s expression sobered. “Aye aye Captain.” He stood up straight and saluted his new Captain. An adventure!!! Oh how exciting! I’ll have to be sure to write Linguini while I’m away. He looked toward the sailor who would be accompanying him and hoped he was trust worthy. In a quarrel, Remy knew for certain this sailor could over take him. “We shall return Ma’am.” And with that, he scurried off the ship in search for delicious bits and pieces with the sailor not far behind.

Amelia smiled to herself as she watched them leave the ship for supplies. So far she had herself a fantastic cook and medic joining her crew. Now if only she could gather up a good group of sailors, she would be set. Maybe it was time to post up more posters to promote her ship. She really needed people to sign her charter.

A few hours had passed and Remy returned to the ship. He had eventually traded the sack of gold with all the various supplies he had gathered. He found his little paws couldn’t grab it all, so he’d turned the sailor into his own personal sherpa… something he would have never openly admitted to the giant (giant to a rat you see). He was so incredibly excited to have his own galley. Linguini would be so proud! He’d be sure to write him, and send him any new concoctions he might whip up. “Captain, ma’am! I’ve returned! Now, to tantalize your taste buds!!!”

Amelia turned from talking to a crew member and smiled down at him. “Is that so? Well, Chef Remy, I am certainly looking forward to it. We will be setting sail in a few days time, so be sure you’re ready.” She couched down and rested her arm over her knee. “So, did you have your physical and what-not with our medic yet?”

“Did I??? Yes, it was terrify-genius…” He stammered. He didn’t want to seem like a pansy to the Captain, afterall, he was setting for sea soon, and he’d need to be of the proper mental state. Time to puff out the chest and be a man, figuratively of course. He couldn’t help but be sincerely excited. He couldn’t wait to write Linguini. Oh the stories he’ll have for when he returns!