04-11-2023, 02:55 PM
“I not let amateurs take my ship, and I leave if José is!” Citlalnite scowled, stomping his feet.
“Arr, walk the plank!” chirped Tlotli.
“Yes, what he say!” Citlalnite nodded.
Yousef Chaher and Cranston looked at each other. They had explicit orders from Ji-Hun to send José home before they proceeded to Salad Land. Yet, they needed the ship for the scam to work. Cranston twitched an eyebrow ever so slightly, and Yousef sighed.
“Fine, fine!” Yousef threw his hands up in overdramatic defeat. “We’ll all go together. But, José, I am doing the talking. You are the ship’s… uh, janitor? Yeah, janitor. Or whatever they call them on ships, if it’s something different. Cranston is security, Citlalnite is the captain and I am the company representative from Perfect International Shipping Solutions. Got it?”
“Arr, scrub the deck!” chirped Tlotli. Yousef chose to take that as an agreement.
“Right, let’s get to it then. We head for Salad Land,” Yousef said firmly.
“Are we going the normal way or the way with the creepy time travel line?” José asked.
Yousef rolled his eyes. “Go online and learn what time zones are, I cannot deal with this any more. I am going to contact the Marquis.”
"I need to know if we cross creeping time travel line!" Citlalnite said, copying José's words.
"Yes!" Yousef shouted in frustration, too irritated to correct their absurdities.
He headed into the interior of the ship, doing deep breathing exercises as he walked. He sat down on the bunk of a cabin, pulling out a laptop and a burner phone. Finding the number he'd stored, he dialled the office of the Marquis and waited for them to pick up.
"Hello there, my name is Siraj Shahan, I'm calling from Perfect International Shipping Solutions. We're a multinational shipbuilding company with operations in a number of countries, including Huenya, Lauchenoiria and Serriel," he lied in a Serrielan accent he'd copied from his grandfather. "We've heard you're in the market for some new ships and we have an offer to make you…"
“Arr, walk the plank!” chirped Tlotli.
“Yes, what he say!” Citlalnite nodded.
Yousef Chaher and Cranston looked at each other. They had explicit orders from Ji-Hun to send José home before they proceeded to Salad Land. Yet, they needed the ship for the scam to work. Cranston twitched an eyebrow ever so slightly, and Yousef sighed.
“Fine, fine!” Yousef threw his hands up in overdramatic defeat. “We’ll all go together. But, José, I am doing the talking. You are the ship’s… uh, janitor? Yeah, janitor. Or whatever they call them on ships, if it’s something different. Cranston is security, Citlalnite is the captain and I am the company representative from Perfect International Shipping Solutions. Got it?”
“Arr, scrub the deck!” chirped Tlotli. Yousef chose to take that as an agreement.
“Right, let’s get to it then. We head for Salad Land,” Yousef said firmly.
“Are we going the normal way or the way with the creepy time travel line?” José asked.
Yousef rolled his eyes. “Go online and learn what time zones are, I cannot deal with this any more. I am going to contact the Marquis.”
"I need to know if we cross creeping time travel line!" Citlalnite said, copying José's words.
"Yes!" Yousef shouted in frustration, too irritated to correct their absurdities.
He headed into the interior of the ship, doing deep breathing exercises as he walked. He sat down on the bunk of a cabin, pulling out a laptop and a burner phone. Finding the number he'd stored, he dialled the office of the Marquis and waited for them to pick up.
"Hello there, my name is Siraj Shahan, I'm calling from Perfect International Shipping Solutions. We're a multinational shipbuilding company with operations in a number of countries, including Huenya, Lauchenoiria and Serriel," he lied in a Serrielan accent he'd copied from his grandfather. "We've heard you're in the market for some new ships and we have an offer to make you…"
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