{A/N: This was written in a whirlwind - I was so into it! - so in order to apologize for the inevitable grammar errors, it is nearly doubled in length! (Still, please point out any errors!)
*Gotta give the ship some sails, right? wink wink*
~ Higgins}
The good luck elixir was the most grotesque thing that Cele had ever put in his mouth. If he hadn't downed it in one go, he would have spit it out. Not to mention it was a rotting brown color, with a smell to match.
But Rudolf accepted it without question, and if Cele was being honest, he was in a precarious position with the captain - between flat out anger and an incontestable desire to get approval from him.