Hold fast

There's no time to explain. Except there is!
By the three isles, the fleet is mustering ever since the away team made it back to the boats. The big table had been bolted to the deck, there had been visitors rainbow a-poppin in for chats. Merrisol's Snoot had set a course to do some snoofling. Sails run up and guns run out.
Ruby is by the big table and there's been little time to set the chess board. There's a mess of biscuits to denote ships, and Incarnate looks like she's trying to psionically arrange them into formations, and it's not working apart from making her eyes bloodshot. She's put out a call to Captains and companions not blowing bubbles underwater to gather around to peer at the board. There are mostly groupings of edible ships, each needing a commander. A couple gravy boats mark out the arks.
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