>Pull out my pistol, aim for the eye.
"Get back here and fight you Octo-Pussy assed Cephalopod!"
>Fire.

I could come up with lines all day.
"I'm going to gut you like a fish, you beak faced freak of nature!"
"Your mother was a star-fish, and your father smelled of sea grapes!"
"I'm going to turn your legs into pieces of 8, you sand sniffing, bottom dwelling, barnacle blistering squid!"

ROLLBARGER

Ragdollmaster (Troy) [7]:
You get back up, and charge your sword back up with energy, feeling some strain from two concurrent Moonlight Splinters. Before you swing though, you get an idea.
"Rob, back up a bit."
You fail to notice that he's unconscious, but is away from the cable anyway. You take your place next to the cable, take a deep breath, and draw your sword back over your head. One little prayer to whatever gods may be listening, and you bring your sword down, focusing the magic energy in the blade towards the cutting edge of the blade. The edge of the blade screeches against the steel cable for a moment, but then slices through with a bright flash of blue light. You fall back against the wall of the ship, breathing heavily and clutching your pounding head, and smile as you hear the Octopus squeal.
"Heh... Moonlight Edge."

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Miggles (Robert Wright) [6]:
A very loud crash of metal against metal jarrs you back awake, and you grab your head with one hand, a throbbing pain in the back of your head. You're finding it hard to concentrate on much with this damn lump on your head from hitting the wall.

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Fail Flail (Grif Mason) [8]:
"Get back here and fight you Octo-Pussy assed Cephalopod!"
You pull out your pistol, walk over to the railing, and take careful aim at the Octopus's eye. A moment before you pull the trigger, there's a loud sound of metal on metal, and the Octopus suddenly lurches backwards, causing your shot to merely glance off the Octopus's magically hardened skin. You swear and take aim again, but you realize that your gun is single fire, and swear more.
Wait...
Ammo?
Oh god where's your ammo?!

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Izen (Sedraxis) [7]:
"Oh for ♥♥♥♥'s sake, somebody's got to do it."
Before you can do it, someone else does it, allowing the octopus to lurch back in freedom. You wave goodbye to the might creature, thankful it didn't kill you all.

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Maart3n (Mareikura) [7]:
"Hmm..."
You walk over to James, take his half full rum bottle, and pour the rest out on the deck. You then walk back to the ice ink, and quickly realize you can't do jack ♥♥♥♥. The stuff's making huge ice crystals, there's no real way to bottle the stuff. You'd need to get rid of the ice crystals somehow if you wanted to do anything. Well, it won't be going anywhere at least. This ink will take a good week to decay on its own, and until then it'll stay usable. And frozen to the deck.
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Tomaster (James Tiber) [5]:
"HAHA I AM GOD!
...
OH GOD MY LEG!"
Mare taking your bottle shifts your attention, and you notice through your drunken stupor that the leg you used to block that tentacle hurts.
It hurts a LOT.
You fall over, maybe in pain, maybe in drunkenness. Thankfully you don't see Mare pour out half the bottle of rum, or you might just break into tears.

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Game Events: The Octopus, finally noticing that it can go free, does so, and quickly swims off through the sky, choosing to skim along the top of the bottom cloud layer rather than going down into the Abyss. The crew is finally afforded some rest, and seeing how it's now easily past midnight and the first thing to happen was a massive battle with a SKY OCTOPUS, they all choose to go to sleep.

The next morning, the sun crests the bottom of the sky, tinting it orange and sending a glorious yellow-orange glow across everything. The crew wakes up as the sun shines through the portholes of the ship and the sounds of each other stirring quicken the process.

Forget it, I'm antsy to roll this again.

Ragdollmaster (Troy) [7-1=6]:
"Yes. Capytan would like breakfast. Capytan would also like if crew could avoid loud noises. ♥♥♥♥ my head hurts."
You're still mentally drained from last night, and feeling a bit... slow. Took a second to think of the word. Wow. But yeah, that's what happens when you overuse magic. God, you remember the first time you did this. Did 5 Moonlight Splinters in half an hour, spent the next 6 hours on a bed, drooling and barely conscious. The doctor was concerned you had gone into a coma.
Good times. You head to the galley, and grab a small sack of flour, and mix it with some milk and eggs from the icebox, and set the simple batter to cooking on the stove. Sedraxis is about to attempt... something involving a large sausage, 3 carrots, and an entire clove of garlic, but you stop him before things get bad.

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Miggles (Robert Wright) [5-2=3]:
"Ugh. I feel all groggy. Alcohol's such a cruel mistress."
Seems half the crew is bitchy or in pain, or both. You don't bother looking for "hot sauce", you're not sure what that would be exactly. Nor tomato paste. Tomatoes aren't available on the home island, so a paste made from the stuff is out too. You're also not sure how whiskey would help a hangover...
You settle for guzzling a liter and a half of water. It helped a bit, but now you can feel the lump on your head aching. Out of the pan, into the fire...

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Fail Flail (Grif Mason) [9]:
"You remember anything from last night Charlotte?"
"Um... Well, I tried that nice drink, and then I fell asleep, and you put me in your pocket, then... uhm... Something came? Ya ya, something big came. It felt cold."
"Yeah, that... that sounds about right. It 'came'. Yeah..."
You have a dirty mind.
You leave the others to their breakfast shenanigans, and head down to the storeroom. Sitting pretty among the crates is your ammo bag! Jesus, that was almost very very bad, you thought you'd left without it...
You grab that bag and secure it inside a voluminous interior pocket, then reconsider and attach it to your belt.
Satisfied, you walk back up to the galley.
"Hey guys, I think we should head west."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CARROTS AREN'T BREAKFAST!"
"Dude, just put the meat down!"
"I WILL COOK WHATEVER I WANT TO COOK!"
...
"Uh, guys? West?"
"Whatever, west it is. SED, DROP THE DAMN SAUSAGE BEFORE YOU TAKE SOMEONE'S EYE OUT."

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Izen (Sedraxis) [7]:
"I regret ever agreeing to this. In the meantime, breakfast, anyone?"
Okay, this food thing can't be too hard. Let's see... Some kinda meat to start with. Protein is good and filling, builds muscles and stuff. Ok what else?
Some kinda vegetable maybe? Uh... Ooh, carrots! Those are pretty good eating! And they give you better night vision! Or at least the old crazy lady back on the island said so. Regardless!
And, oh why the hell not, let's splurge! Garlic for flavor! You've only got so much of the stuff, but you heard that you need to be careful about how much you use, otherwise the dish won't taste right. Must mean garlic is weak. A whole clove then!
Before you can cause a flavor holocaust, Troy puts his hand on your shoulder, and sadly shakes his head no.

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Maart3n (Mareikura) [8]:
"Rise and shine gentlemen."
You don't stay to see the others wake up, instead deciding to prowl the ship and see what happened to your fine vessel. First and foremost, your Harpoon is gone. Thankfully, the ship has another, so that's not irreparable. There's also a lot of, thankfully, superficial damage along the sides where the tentacles' suckers latched on, the tiny beaks inside each one gouging into the wood. A couple scorch marks and more than a few splintered boards on the bow, but that's the worst of the damage. All in all, you guys came out of this surprisingly well for going up against a Sky Octopus.

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Tomaster (James Tiber) [5]:
If you knew about Mare pouring your booze out, you'd threaten his life, but thankfully for everyone, you don't.
As for your leg, you'd be honestly scared for the success of this mission and the sanity of everyone running it if the ship doesn't have a couple Healing Wards on board. They're like bandages, but with a long string of runes written on them that encourage healing. Just attach a small Utility Crystal, or channel magic into yourself, and your leg should be good as new within a day.
Of course, you can't go GET any of those things, seeing as you're stuck in your bed. You wonder how the hell you broke your leg so spectacularly. The bone is absolutely COVERED in hairline fractures, but it's all still in one piece. If you try to move it it hurts like a thousand hells, but otherwise you're pretty much fine. An injury like this is strange though. It's the kind of thing you'd expect to happen when magic is involved, but you've not really been the magical type.
...
IT MUST HAVE BEEN MARE. THE BASTARD MAGICIAN.

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Game Events: The crew stirs, shaking off their collective tiredness and pain from the previous night, and wondering what the hell to do now.