Re: [Chapter 1.01] The Ghost Fleet
Zug Zug brought up the rear. He didn't care about the others in a way that meant he was sacrificing himself so they could get on first. No, no. That was stupid. This was a point of pride for the brutish, green, barbarian. Of course, doing anything for the sake of pride was even more stupid, but try explaining that to an orc and see what happens. Zug Zug was determined to score the last hit. He had to be the last one standing, the last one to leave the fight, and he needed to be seen doing it. After all, to the pirates, he was still just a big dumb orc that could barely speak. His duty was in the kitchen. Being underestimated was of course, the whole point. But if he could at least look like a bad ass at busting heads, he might get the chance to do this again...
Once everyone else he could see had taken off, Zug Zug came a lumbering and a hauling ass. He slung his greatclub and actually dove off the side towards to rescue ship. With a splash, or a thud, or something, he bounced and rolled or otherwise flopped. "Zug Zug no like stupid dead things. Go sleep now." He was tired.