The Island of Destiny
You try and remain calm as you stand there amidst your surroundings. You swear, it feels just like you're at Disney World or something, only these guys are the real deal! At least..that's what they've shown so far and considering you don't even know where the hell you are, you suppose you shouldn't be too skeptical of anything.
You stroll up to an old man who wheels along an old wooden bucket and mop. He looks at you, then spits two teeth out onto the dirty deck as he begins to mop up.
You are repulsed by this and then you are caught by surprise as another large, burly pirate with a curious odor comes up and picks ol' Toothy up by his neck.
"Now listen here, ye ol' blubberin fool Sammie! If you think you can jus' spit out yer good fer nothing teeth left and right on our fine cap'n's ship, then you got another thing comin."
A third crew member, this man tall and sporting a comically large moustache walks up casually and pats the burly guy on the back.
"Come on now Nail, let's be nice to ol' Sammie. After all, he's only got a year or two left in him. Perhaps it's even down to a few mere months for his poor soul."
Nail looks at his stringy friend and then back to poor old Sammie, who was still being held up by Nail's strong grip. A moment later, Nail drops Sammie and he collapses on the ground, clearly thankful to be out of his grasp.
"Yar, well consider me in a festive state considerin we'll be finding the treasure tomorrow. Aye, that's what we'll put it on." Nail gives a big, toothy smile then and struts away, leaving just the three of you.
Sammie is still feeling the ground, looking like a blind man trying to discover his whereabouts. The moustached man takes a last glance at the two of you, then begins to slowly walk away.
Now's your chance, should you try and talk to this pirate some more? Or should you venture to another part of the ship.
You stroll up to an old man who wheels along an old wooden bucket and mop. He looks at you, then spits two teeth out onto the dirty deck as he begins to mop up.
You are repulsed by this and then you are caught by surprise as another large, burly pirate with a curious odor comes up and picks ol' Toothy up by his neck.
"Now listen here, ye ol' blubberin fool Sammie! If you think you can jus' spit out yer good fer nothing teeth left and right on our fine cap'n's ship, then you got another thing comin."
A third crew member, this man tall and sporting a comically large moustache walks up casually and pats the burly guy on the back.
"Come on now Nail, let's be nice to ol' Sammie. After all, he's only got a year or two left in him. Perhaps it's even down to a few mere months for his poor soul."
Nail looks at his stringy friend and then back to poor old Sammie, who was still being held up by Nail's strong grip. A moment later, Nail drops Sammie and he collapses on the ground, clearly thankful to be out of his grasp.
"Yar, well consider me in a festive state considerin we'll be finding the treasure tomorrow. Aye, that's what we'll put it on." Nail gives a big, toothy smile then and struts away, leaving just the three of you.
Sammie is still feeling the ground, looking like a blind man trying to discover his whereabouts. The moustached man takes a last glance at the two of you, then begins to slowly walk away.
Now's your chance, should you try and talk to this pirate some more? Or should you venture to another part of the ship.