Post by SnowDog on Sept 7, 2020 19:31:05 GMT -5
Oboro felt a warmth inside his chest when Pacha wished him the best with chasing his dreams. Positive reinforcement; something he hadn't felt for a few years now. The hammerhead Fishman rose from his seat and began to collect his stuff, slinging the massive wrench he leaned against the table over his shoulder.
"C'mon, I was up all night salvaging the remanents of a galleon couple miles off-shore. I can take you there if you'd like." Oboro then led the way out from the tavern, his belly full and feeling slightly refreshed. The sun had risen higher while the two were inside eating their breakfast, shining brightly overhead. Oboro was sheltered under the large brim of his comically sized hat, allowing him to walk along Syrup Village's main road unheaded by the bright golden rays. As he made his way down towards the docks, he noticed his boat was no longer hoisted to the rung he had left it in. A couple of men dressed in dark leather coats and goggles stood by the rung snickering while waving off to some other similarly dressed men who were a dozen or so feet away from the shore now.
"Hey! That's my raft!" Oboro called out watching as the goggled individuals were rowing off towards a larger ship sailing against the horizon. "That's my raft! With all the scrap and salvage I acquired!" He quickly unslung his wrench once more, pivoting the hex-shaped head about getting ready to load the sling with some loose washers from his pouch as he looked over and down towards Pacha with a sharp-toothed sneer on his face. "Pacha, we gotta get her back!"
"C'mon, I was up all night salvaging the remanents of a galleon couple miles off-shore. I can take you there if you'd like." Oboro then led the way out from the tavern, his belly full and feeling slightly refreshed. The sun had risen higher while the two were inside eating their breakfast, shining brightly overhead. Oboro was sheltered under the large brim of his comically sized hat, allowing him to walk along Syrup Village's main road unheaded by the bright golden rays. As he made his way down towards the docks, he noticed his boat was no longer hoisted to the rung he had left it in. A couple of men dressed in dark leather coats and goggles stood by the rung snickering while waving off to some other similarly dressed men who were a dozen or so feet away from the shore now.
"Hey! That's my raft!" Oboro called out watching as the goggled individuals were rowing off towards a larger ship sailing against the horizon. "That's my raft! With all the scrap and salvage I acquired!" He quickly unslung his wrench once more, pivoting the hex-shaped head about getting ready to load the sling with some loose washers from his pouch as he looked over and down towards Pacha with a sharp-toothed sneer on his face. "Pacha, we gotta get her back!"