04-07-2023, 04:50 PM
“So, who’s this contact of yours with a ship anyway?” Yousef Chaher asked Jose after they arrived in Huenya, on their way to the rendezvous. The third member of their party, Alberto Cranston, was silently trailing behind. Cranston, as he preferred to be called, was Ji-Hun’s mostly-silent but steady second-in-command.
“Oh, you’re gonna LOVE him!” Jose gushed, doing a little dance as they walked through a crowd towards the docks. “He’s so cool, and very funny.”
Funny? Yousef thought. His bad feeling about this whole affair hadn’t gone away, and he had a strong feeling his definition of humour and that of Jose were polar opposites. They continued to make their way to the rendezvous point, with Yousef’s bad feeling increasing by the second.
“Oh there he is!” Jose eventually shouted, pointing and running off ahead of them. “Come on guys, say hi!”
Yousef turned in the direction his ‘colleague’ was pointing, and froze on the spot. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” he said aloud, unable to hold it back. Even Cranston’s mouth twitched a little.
Ahead of them stood a Huenyan sitting on top of a ship painted with swirls of colour reminiscent of a 1970s disco. He was wearing a large hat with a feather on top of it, a rapier strapped to his waist, and - Yousef had to look several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating - an actual, real-life parrot perched on his shoulder. He had an eye patch perched atop his forehead, but two perfectly functioning eyes underneath it.
“So these are my pals from Lauchenoiria, Yousef and Cranston. Guys, this is Citlalnite! He has a ton of ships, hehe, sometimes more than other times if you get my gist!” Jose laughed.
“And this is my First Mate, Tlotli!” the pirate, for he was definitely a pirate, said, stroking one of the parrot’s feathers.
“Arr walk the plank!” the parrot said.
“He speak not much English,” Citlalnite explained, while laughing. “We speak Huenyan. Most of his English come from weekly screening of Pirates of the Vitrecan! Best films, yes! Arr! Come on board, mateys!”
The pirate turned around, Jose following him. “Oh man, I love you Citlalnite! Lauchenoirians are so boring, and they definitely don’t keep rum under their…” his voice faded away as he passed out of earshot of the pair still standing on the dock.
Yousef turned to Cranston. “He can’t be serious. This is not real. We should go home.”
Cranston shrugged, and then boarded the ship. Yousef let out a large groan and, dragging his feet, followed the others.
“Oh, you’re gonna LOVE him!” Jose gushed, doing a little dance as they walked through a crowd towards the docks. “He’s so cool, and very funny.”
Funny? Yousef thought. His bad feeling about this whole affair hadn’t gone away, and he had a strong feeling his definition of humour and that of Jose were polar opposites. They continued to make their way to the rendezvous point, with Yousef’s bad feeling increasing by the second.
“Oh there he is!” Jose eventually shouted, pointing and running off ahead of them. “Come on guys, say hi!”
Yousef turned in the direction his ‘colleague’ was pointing, and froze on the spot. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” he said aloud, unable to hold it back. Even Cranston’s mouth twitched a little.
Ahead of them stood a Huenyan sitting on top of a ship painted with swirls of colour reminiscent of a 1970s disco. He was wearing a large hat with a feather on top of it, a rapier strapped to his waist, and - Yousef had to look several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating - an actual, real-life parrot perched on his shoulder. He had an eye patch perched atop his forehead, but two perfectly functioning eyes underneath it.
“So these are my pals from Lauchenoiria, Yousef and Cranston. Guys, this is Citlalnite! He has a ton of ships, hehe, sometimes more than other times if you get my gist!” Jose laughed.
“And this is my First Mate, Tlotli!” the pirate, for he was definitely a pirate, said, stroking one of the parrot’s feathers.
“Arr walk the plank!” the parrot said.
“He speak not much English,” Citlalnite explained, while laughing. “We speak Huenyan. Most of his English come from weekly screening of Pirates of the Vitrecan! Best films, yes! Arr! Come on board, mateys!”
The pirate turned around, Jose following him. “Oh man, I love you Citlalnite! Lauchenoirians are so boring, and they definitely don’t keep rum under their…” his voice faded away as he passed out of earshot of the pair still standing on the dock.
Yousef turned to Cranston. “He can’t be serious. This is not real. We should go home.”
Cranston shrugged, and then boarded the ship. Yousef let out a large groan and, dragging his feet, followed the others.
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