NOVEL WEB Chapter 18: Arrivals
"AGHHHH ACK AUGHHHHH" He released some strange noises from his throat as he was dragged before suddenly stopping and talking as he was effortlessly dragged by the koi fish
"Do you ask EVERYONE you meet to be a part of your damn crew?!" Kirk half shouted down at Leroy behind him before going quiet. Though his voice was unheard, it was obvious he was still lecturing the other.
"I'm speechless! Do you have any idea what lying is?! If you keep going around telling people we are pirates, we will be shot down before you could even say 'berri'! That poor girl!"
"Uhhh In order, No and yes but why? We're pirates! We shouldn't have to hide it! Also I only ask people I feel good about!"
"NOW LE'GO" He said as he suddenly dug his heels causing them to stop like a rock. Before standing up straight "Hah~ I guess it wasn't meant to be...~"
He spoke with a sigh as he dropped his head and continued to walk alongside the 'taller' man.
Jeanne sighed as she watched the two gentlemen leave. She couldn't help but let out a little bit of a giggle. Two wannabe pirates asking her to join their crew. What a silly day it was turning out to be.
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A few hours passed. They got the Supplies that they needed. A cart behind them being carried by leroy.
In order of the listed supplies were as followed for a short voyage until they got a better ship
-Bread -Butter
-15 pounds of meat
-Two Kegs of Fresh Water; Enough to Wash, Drink, and Clean with
-Cooking Oil
-A small container of Lamp oil
-Sugar
-A tarp
-Fire Starters
-A skillet
-Salt and Assorted Condiments
-Dishes
-And Assorted Vegetables and Fruit
All in all. Not enough for a very long voyage, but enough to get from one island to the next or survive at least a week at sea.
Just as they were coming back down...Ironically. The Same street they left. They could see Jeanne's stall.
"Now! We should be set for a while! Remember, I'll be keeping track of what you eat! You better not devour everything within a few days or I'll just let you starve, that sound good?" Kirk had a bit of venom in his sweet voice.
He was glancing back down at the cart over and over, counting up in their head what they had gotten and how much each thing cost. His OCD ruled over his amazing memory.
"Now! We should be set for a while! Remember, I'll be keeping track of what you eat! You better not devour everything within a few days or I'll just let you starve, that sound good?" Kirk had a bit of venom in his sweet voice.
For now, it would take a bit from even Leroy to piss him off again, despite the incident they had recently. It didn't take long for him to look up and realize there was a huge ship at the dock. Kirk only frowned because he could already tell they were pirates. He didn't recognize the captain though, that wasn't of importance to him. He was too tunnel-visioned into getting out of this place. The only cause for alarm the Fishman took notice of was when they passed by close to Jeanne's little stall and saw her looking absolutely mortified. Kirk tilted his head and kept an eye on the assumed captain and the tiny mayor.
He was suspicious and slowed down a bit... but he kept his track set as they kept going toward their tiny ship.
Across the way, at the docks, it could be seen that a very large galleon with an entire crew of men was pulling into the docks.
The group of men seemed to be sea dogs. Ragged and worn. Their clothes were stained with the salt of the sea.
Many wore pistols, They held their effects of leather straps to hold down their swords. The small, sleepy crowd of people seemed to have an annoyed look on their faces as they began to continue walking.
Thinking nothing of the rowdy crowd arriving at the docks A large man then walked down a slab of wood. Serving as a bridge to walk onto the main dock He stood tall, at a staggering 7 feet, and wore a large pistol at his side, and a strange-looking mace at his hip His doublet coat hung down to the back of his knees, a slightly dark blue color to it. The Ends of the sleeves folded outward. Underneath, it seemed to hide shining pieces of dark metallic armor of some sort.
"Sir! Sir! You must have your men quite down please!" Complained a man suddenly walking up to the man. This was the mayor; Tangy. He was a short-statured man. Standing at a stout 4 foot nothing. He had, much like the Island itself, Sleepy looking eyes. Holding a cane and hunching over. He pointed the stick at the man.
The man then looked down and tilted his back in surprise "Oh my yes! Pardon me and my men sir! I do apologize!" He then lifted his hand and immediately the crew hushed at the captain's command.
"I am Captain Rojo Frock. This is my crew, I am nothing but a humble sailor." He smiled "Despite our sea dog appearance." The Mayor squinted. Looking up at the man as his brow pressed inwards. "Alright...Well." He straightened up and lowered his cane, holding his body weight against it. "Thank you. I shall accompany you!"
"Of course! I'd be more than happy for you to!" The Sailor said gesturing with his hand
Jeanne would take a long puff of her hookah. Watching the men.
It took a second for everything to connect in her mind. A slow boil as she watched Old Tangy pointing his cane at the large man.
She coughed and sputtered before the hose of the hookah fell out of her mouth and hand.
She recognized this man... And it surely meant no good for this sleepy little village. Thoughts raced in her head as her normally calm and relaxed demeanor melted away like hot wax. This day was going so well. Her breathing got quick and shallow as she stared shocked at the end of the docks. Unable to get any words through gritted teeth and her building anxiety.