Post by mechacake on Jul 13, 2020 14:42:42 GMT -5
11:09 AM, Left Village
Beck placed the 1000 Belli note onto the surface of the table, and the festival official handed him a Den Den Mushi, complete with the mark of the festival on it's shell. Upon looking back, all Beck could see was the long queue of entrants behind him- the pirate directly behind Beck gave him an annoyed glare.
"Yer all set, sir! Feel free to grab some of the free food an' booze to entrants, and the festival will begin at exactly noon today, so you got somethin' like an hour to eat an' drink yer fill. Ya'll will get another run-down of the rules before the contest starts, but we'll keep ya updated via Den Den Mushi on who's got the pieces! Any questions?"
"Ah, no but-"
"Goodbye and good luck now!"
Bacardi was pushed off the queue by the impatient man behind him. As Bacardi grunted in annoyance he was given a much more angrier look from the man who'd pushed him, which he didn't meet. Frankly, it didn't seem worth the time to even bother with this guy.
Bacardi headed to the large tent just by the registration queue. Laughter, singing, and excited energy filled every corner of the area, as the long wooden tables were filled with plates and platters of delicious cuisine from all of the Blues. Crews of pirates stuffed themselves with meat and fueled themselves with tankards of grog.
Being something of a connoisseur, Bacardi immediately eyed the bars at each end of the tented area, and made his way to the closest one.
"Hi, do you have a whiskey or a good wine or a-"
The bald, oafish man behind the bar spoke in a low voice.
"We got beer, grog or mead."
"You don't even have a-"
"We got beer, grog or mead, sir."
Bacardi sighed.
"I'll take a mead."
"Very well, sir," said the man as he filled a tankard with the mead, which Beck then begrudgingly sipped.
"You don't even have rum? We're pirates for god's sake!"
Just as he was about to leave the bar, Bacardi noticed something at his feet- an oddly decorated flute...