Character(s): Blank Thomson, Kurt Szardos (briefly), and Zidane Tribal
Content: Kurt welcomes Blank aboard the ship and leaves. Blank decides to go back out to town one last time.
Setting: Artemis Bow briefly, Panama in town
Time: Afternoonish, Wednesday.
Warnings: LANGUAGE!!! They're Pottymouths to the extreme.
"Well, I've shown you most of the ship I think." The blue Boatswain stated. "Everything else you can find exploring, makes it fun that way."
Blank nodded to him. Kurt had taken the responsibility of welcoming the newbies aboard the ship, and since Blank happened to fall into that category he had gotten the grand tour. Well, the sort of grand tour that one would get on such a small ship from a guy who's only been on it himself for a week.
"I believe thats it." He concluded looking at Blank. He seemed he was about to say good bye but stopped and suddenly added. "Oh, one more thing. DON'T STEAL THE DONUTS. Linali will kill you."
Wow, that was out there, and by the look on the elfs face, he wasn't just kidding around. Don't steal pastry. Check. "No ...problem?"
"Good man." Kurt replied. "Now, I need to be off. I think I'm supposed to help the quartermaster look over some applications. Enjoy your stay!" The blue elf waved and disappeared below deck leaving Blank to himself.
Scratching his head he looked absently around the deck. What to do now?
After a few moments he decided that he could go into the town one last time to flip it off. He grinned at the thought. The town was nothing but a pain to him mostly cause the only thing he could say in spanish was Jódale, la ramera.
Not exactly the correct thing to say in a crowd.
He made his way down the gangplank and down a street with a few markets, doing his best to ignore a majority of the incomprehensible chatter.