[x] Take a small, careful sip of the oil - you don't want to disappoint Wo, but better check it first!
-[x] If your crew OK's it, continue drinking.
You really don't want to offend Wo. She's been nicer to you than most other ships in the fleet! So you should really accept her gift, even if it is possibly poison or worse.
...
Okay, you're definitely not downing this without figuring out what it is first. Time for a taste test.
Tentatively, you take the smallest sip possible. It's... almost rotten, if oil can be called that. You cringe as Wo looks on expectantly, the black droplet of sludge sliding down the back of your tong-
Fire and screams. The ungodly wailing of doomed sailors. The rage and fury of a million guns calling out to silence the livi-
Whoa.
...
What a trip.
You feel distinctly... unwell. Like someone took vienna sausage juice, let it sit out in the open until it was rancid, then flooded your lower decks with the stuff. In fact, your Fairies came out of your Rigging, shouting at you for daring to consume such a substance. You think they're saying something about engine repairs? You don't know... it's actually hard to understand them right now. Which is weird, since you've always instinctively understood your crew.
Something happened to you. You're sure of it. This stuff isn't safe to drink at all!
"See, Flagship?" Wo smiles happily, "Good... right?"
She drinks the rest of her barrel, and you see her skin get even paler. Even the look of her eyes changes! She's looking more and more like a Wo-class! You have to stop her!
"Wo!" you rush over and pull another fresh barrel out of her hands, "Don't drink this stuff! It's bad for you!"
"...?" she tilts her head in confusion, "But.... why?"
"Because you're turning into an Abyssal!" you throw the small container of oil off into the corner of the boat.
"....Abyss... al?" she looks genuinely confused, "I don't understand... "
How to make her understand...
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