Omar the Bold

There's a guy in my crew, Omar the Bold, who hates me for some reason. His weapon of choice is a large Uber-Sword, just for some clarification.

Omar does the most for our crew. He kills the most, he cleans the ship the most, and he cooks the most. Good food, too. But only him and I seem to notice that.

For example, yesterday the crew attacked a robotics factory. Omar destroyed the main processing unit in the heat of the battle, getting scorched from the electricity that arced up his aforementioned weapon.

Afterward, Soren the Hard-Of-Hearing-Scribe asked the crew, "Who destroyed that processing unit?" Wanting Omar to stop hating me, I said, "Omar the Bold did!" Soren looked up, squinted at who talked, and, seeing me, said

"Ah, Olaf the Bald! You truly are an example to all vikings everywhere. You shall forever be in our records forever! You might want to kick that speaking in third person habit, though." I tried to explain that I said Omar's name, not mine, but at that moment the crew mobbed me, congratulating me and calling for a feast. I was lifted upon their shoulders, but Omar sat on the side, glaring at me. Chieftain Gregory the Hairy saw Omar not congratulating me and yelled, "And you're cooking it, Omar!" A few hours of partying later, we had a feast in my honor. Who was I to stop the festivities, you know? Gregory told Omar to clean up the party around 1:00 in the morning, so the rest of the crew could go to sleep and get ready for the attack the nest day.

I don't know why he hates me. I just don't know.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!