by Qwerty00172 » Wed May 24, 2017 6:08 am
Hears of a fight up at the tavern whilst carefully polishing the bust on the figurehead of his new cutter.
Thinks it may be the perfect opportunity to press gang a new crew into service
Begins walking up to the tavern with some burly crew for support
Stops short at the sound of a distant but growing rumble. Earthquake?.hmmm. Hears the tavern windows rattle and watches DezNuts stumble out the front door and down the street. Waits for the tavern air to clear as he now knows what caused the rumble.*
Throws the door wide open and enters, quickly followed by his first mate and crew, ready to grab some new recruits.
Looks around slowly to survey whats on offer. Too old...too young...too drunk...too slow...too stupid...will mutiny at first opportunity...wont stop talking...slim pickings indeed.
Walks over to order rum instead. Looks very carefully to see what has changed since yesterday. Sees a splintered "restaurant" sign. Looks carefully at the grizzled barkeep and his surrounds. Notices a carefully drawn pencil mustache on him, and three bowls of peanuts on the bar complete with paper napkins. Well, not what I'd call a restaurant, but in a pirates eyes, maybe.
Looks to the floor and sees a crumpled piece of cloth. Untangles it to find a faded "T'zak Ryn" banner. Notes that the 'n' is drawn backwards. Those guys.....everywhere they go..... chaos, disorder, drunken fights and poorly laid out restaurants.
Absentmindedly uses the banner to wipe sweat from his brow and then polish fingerprints from his glass. Considers folding it to use as a door mat at the entrance to his cabin. Instead, rolls it out along the bar top to henceforth absorb spilled rum, spittle from ranting sailors, cigarette ash and small amounts of vomit.
Walks over to the jukebox. Sea shanties.....sea shanties....sea shanties....wait.....WHO LOADED THE BEE GEES IN HERE?