Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

Mal looked round through a haze of medication, as he came round in the medical beds of good ship 'The Tranquility' as it slowly moved through the sea. "What... How... Yeah." Zoe looked across from the other bunk, "Afternoon, Captain, glad to see you breathing on your own again." Simon Taan, the newt doctor on the Glowworm class ship, looked up from his notes, "Don't be going standing up too quickly Captain, I would appreciate not having to repair those stitches." "Just be reminding me, what in the name of all that is shiny happened out there?" The weasel captain propped himself up on one elbow to look up, wincing slightly. A pair of grey whiskers poked round the doorframe, the newest crewmember followed through, the water vole, Reverend Goatherd Brook, brought fresh drinks, "Locating and securing that loot in the ruins, then counting it before moving it on the 'Tranquility', delayed us loading." "Noted, next t...

The crew of the Sloop 'Tranquility' sat on the abandoned barricades, swinging their legs and taking it in turns to swig from a couple of bottles of rum, nearly all talking in unusual drawls as they were discussing their day . "Am I right in being thinking that we were due an easy first mission?" Jayne Korncobb, the shrew warrior growled from under his knitted hat. "That be our thinking," his capatin, Mal Ratholds, a tall and slender Pole Cat looked out over the village from his vantage point, "a nice, easy, job. In, loot, go." "Not quite how we were envisioned it," Zoe, his first mate Otter took a sip and passed it on. Inara, the courtesan/assassin mouse, sat up from reclining on an upturned barrel, "Handsome warband we were against, all very classic types. Led by a 'Mr. Toad', the local landowner, thinks he's something, that's a criminal cover if I ever heard one. Muscle in the form of a hulking great armoured badger...