Karl ignores the strange sound, for now.
Now, then, with the only stubborn one out of the way, let's lay out some codes.
Karl holds his hand up to his bird, grabbing her as she elongates into a scimitar of sorts.
Article one- You will not fight your own, in spirit or blood, within the confines of our fleet. Behead each other on the land for all I care, but we will not tolerate your defiance in dangerous waters. A glare is shot in Vriska's direction.
Article two- We will divide by the rule of thumb. In the unlikely scenario that we encounter something without a gold value, it belongs to the ship itself.
Article three- In the event one of our own is trapped or in mortal danger, value your own life first. It was their fault they got into that situation.
And, begrudgingly, Article four- If we are to undertake a task that takes foresight and planning, we must obtain a vote of at least 6 members out of the current 8 before undertaking it.
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