[Captain Lloyd had been fairly busy that night, fighting off other pirates for control of the sea and all of its treasures. He and his crew were just beginning to dig into a celebratory pirate feast filled with lots and lots of meat.
Lloyd stands to make a toast to their victory, holding out his cup of punch....
"S-stop... Please... please...."
That pleading voice doesn't quite match up with the atmosphere. Not at all. In fact, it's kind of surreal--wait.
Lloyd blinks his eyes open, letting out a quiet groan. A dream. Of course. So where had the noise come from?
Beside him, Malba lays twitching. Or, well, still twitching. He hadn't really stopped the whole night through. The only thing was, he's twitching just a bit harder... is he awake? No, his eyes are clearly closed. Maybe he's just a little restless?
Lloyd props himself up on his elbow and surveys the older man for a few minutes. After a moment, he notices it. The lighting's pretty dim, but his face has got a shine to it, almost like he's sweating. The teen reaches out and feels his face.
... Malba's practically burning up. He needs a cold cloth, an ice pack, something, but Lloyd's not sure if it's a good idea to disturb him. Not until he lets out a small whimper, anyway.
It's probably a better idea to wake him up, he decides. Less nightmares that way.] Hey, Malba. Malba? If you don't wake up, I'm gonna just dump the water right on you.