"Fine then. Ye won't clean yerself up for yer own wedding, you can clean the ship! Hoist the mainsail, swab the poop deck!" he instructs, adding a mixture of Circe and Hammond's mind controls to force her to do the ship's chores in her current state of dress, robot pirates bringing her all the necessary cleaning supplies.
Somewhere, deep inside, the small part of Ty watching in horror things oh god, she's going to kill me.
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