Post by Djinn on Jan 4, 2014 13:17:32 GMT -5
The surf around the Silver Islands often brought curiosities from the sea to the people of the islands, but rarely did they bring something so big. Water poured down upon the docks of Cuisine Island, one of the islands that formed this chain, as a towering humanoid figure with brownish orange banded skin shook the water off of his massive frame as a small group of dockworkers stood flabbergasted. The figure was Berk, a wanderer as well as a Fishman, and he had come here to steal the famous treasures these islands were famous for. The tiger-sharkman looked wearily over his shoulder at the massive castle that dominated the central island, it's walls and battlements gleamed with silver, Berk had never seen anything like it.
"Damn, that's too much stuff even for me to carry off... *Grrrrr*" The Gyojin's disappointment faded for a moment as his hand moved to his stomach. It was growling with hunger, the Fishman had gotten lost on his way here and eaten all of his food. Whether or not this castle begged to be stolen, Berk would need to get some food first.
The dock workers who had been staring at the anchor-wielding stranger had been softly debating what they were seeing, but they hadn't been working, so a foreman came in. "What the hell are you idiots doing out here?! We need to get this shipment unloaded and delivered right now! You remember what happened last time we delivered a shipment to Chef Ramses late?! What could be so..." The Foreman's words trailed off as his eyes fell onto hulking bipedal Shark. At that moment, Berk turned to see who was shouting and his gaze met with the foreman's. Berk addressed the short-mustachioed man in "Work-Tire," "Hey, where can I get some food?" The Gyojin's tone was indifferent, but his voice was booming and deep. As such, a drop of sweat visibly rolled down the Foreman's forehead; "Well, ha ha, you're in luck because the best Restaurant in this whole sea is right down the street there!" The squat human was trying his best to sound confident and friendly, but his nerves got the best of him and he broke out into nervous chuckling.
The Gyojin lifted up his hand and pointed past the dockers, "That way?"
The human's all flinched at this sudden movement, but all nodded in agreement, the foreman spoke again, "Yes, that's the way! It's called Ramses' Restaurant!"
The Gyojin smiled his big, toothy grin, somewhat resembling a bear-trap, and waved to them as he strolled on down the street that had been indicated. "Thanks guys!"
The Foreman waved timidly, "Sure sure, enjoy yourself." The warm smile on his face faded as he turned to his men; "Come on you morons, get back to work! That guy is nowhere near as scary as what'll happen if we don't get these supplies to Chef Ramses on time!" The men looked at each other for a moment, then as shudder fell across them and they hurried back to work...
Berk walked down the street, this island was bustling with people, and amongst the houses and farms one would expect from this kind of prosperous island were restaurants. Restaurants of all shapes and sizes, selling everything from soup to cakes, but one of them seemed to be the busiest by a wide margin. This was Ramses' Restaurant, the place the Foreman had recommended, but despite the large sign that read "Ramses' Restaurant" Berk had know way of knowing this. The Gyojin couldn't read. His illiteracy was a product of his years of slavery on a sugar plantation on Cinna Isle, yet something unmissed by the aspiring Pirate. Berk was far more concerned by the incredible smells that were wafting from this restaurant! The Gyojin's mouth watered and he pictured the incredible spread of food he would find inside. The Fishman wandered over towards the crowded entrance of the impressive two-story building, he could see that there were so many people trying to get in they were making a line out the front door! A dapper looking waiter in a suit approached him, "Good Afternoon Sir, Welcome to Ramses' Restaurant, an elegant dining experience for only the most discerning clientele!" After he said this, the waiter quickly looked over the giant figure before him, noting that he had neither shirt nor shoes. "The wait, unfortunately, is an hour Sir."
The Gyojin's stomach growled loudly, and he brought his hands to cradle his gut, "Ah c'mon, I'm dying here! I can't wait an hour." With that, Berk looked around and saw another restaurant across the street. There was no line at all! "There we go!" The Sharkman hustled across the street towards "Rob's Meat-Pies" but as he did so, the waiter he had just spoken to's eyes gleamed with a sinister look as he glanced and nodded to another suited human leaning on the corner of the rival restaurant. This human grinned with a smug purpose as he walked in front of the door. Berk stopped short of the door, still holding his stomach.
"Do you have a reservation?" The suit-wearing troublemaker asked still arrogantly grinning.
"No, but I'm really hungry!" The Gyojin was on the verge of tears as he was almost doubled over from hunger.
"I'm sorry sir, but this restaurant is currently closed for a private function. You'll need to find somewhere else to eat." The human was still grinning as he said this, but had also subtly slipped a knife out of his pocket.
Before he could use it, however, a massive wooden paddle smashed into the back of his head! The tuxedo wearing thug sunk to the ground unconscious as a second human stepped out of the doorway behind him! This man wore a greasy white shirt and a stained apron over dirty trousers, his face was dirty and unshaven, with a bushy little goatee on his face. "We're Open. Let's get you some food."
The Gyojin let out a victorious holler and stooped to follow this new human inside, unaware of the infuriated look the waiter at Ramses had just him. From his pocket, the Waiter drew a mini Den Den Mushi. "Sir, this is Dominic, we have a problem..."