_Salamander_ Posted 7 hours ago Posted 7 hours ago Having lost sight of the Octan Tanker, the crew of The Golden Frog once more ploughs the waves alone. Days pass without sight of another vessel - or anything even remotely dry - until at last; “Captain! Land, dead ahead!” “Furl the mainsail… and thank Poseidon! I was beginning to worry this ocean was nothing but water from one side to the other!” ”Seems to be inhabited Captain, but I don’t see any obvious signs of allegiance. We can’t be sure that whoever calls this home will be friendly.” “Well, I think anyone who goes to the effort of carving a giant smiley face into the rock is probably friendly enough, don’t you? Look, there’s someone on the shore...” ”Erm…” “…Hello there!! Ever so sorry to bother you, but we were wondering if you might be able to provide some assistance?” The figure on the shore casts his gaze toward The Golden Frog, waiting a moment before offering a response. “Ye speak in the way of a Corlander, yet ye sail under the flag of Oleon. Whatever it is ye be seeking… I be certain ye’ll be findin’ it elsewhere.” ”Well yes, actually. We’ve got a hold full of booze and we’re trying to get to Hellion for Oktoberfest.” ”Ye be a long way from Hellion here… and I wager a long way from any that’ll miss ye, aye?” ”A curious thing to assert, but yes I suppose so.” “Hold full of booze, ye say…” “… per’aps I oughta come aboard, for a little chat.” ___________________________________________________ Very late (even more so than last time), but thanks for looking! Quote
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