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Ah, Scurvy Docks! You can almost smell the sea air - if you can pick it out from the stench of the lowlife who hang out round these parts. It's like chucking-out time in a scumbag theme pub. I sought the Harbour Master, with a view to obtaining a boat to take me to Dragon Island. | Ah, Scurvy Docks! You can almost smell the sea air - if you can pick it out from the stench of the lowlife who hang out round these parts. It's like chucking-out time in a scumbag theme pub. I sought the Harbour Master, with a view to obtaining a boat to take me to Dragon Island. | ||
The Harbour Master | The Harbour Master had the absolute cheek to cast doubt upon my credentials as a pirate - just because I'm wearing a suit of armour and didn't laugh at his Roger the Cabin Boy joke."Where's your tri-corn HAT? Where's your PARROT?" Honestly, I'm THIS close to beating that Harbour Master senseless with a sack full of crabsticks. Jobsworth. | ||
Finally. With my wooden leg, seagull, stupid hat and skull and crossbones, apparently I now passed muster as a pirate. The Harbour Master's a complete pain. If he'd asked for a patch over one eye I could at least have shut Al up for an hour or two - he's like a budgerigar if you plunge him into darkness. And after all that? A boat that looks slightly less seaworthy than Granny Fortesque's old hip-bath. | Finally. With my wooden leg, seagull, stupid hat and skull and crossbones, apparently I now passed muster as a pirate. The Harbour Master's a complete pain. If he'd asked for a patch over one eye I could at least have shut Al up for an hour or two - he's like a budgerigar if you plunge him into darkness. And after all that? A boat that looks slightly less seaworthy than Granny Fortesque's old hip-bath. | ||
==The Voodoo Witch's fortune== | ==The Voodoo Witch's fortune== | ||
{{Q|I smell de sea, an' hear gulls screechin'. CAW CAW, CAW CAW. Have ya got a holiday comin' up?<br>Ohh…Now m'see some annoying likkle softboy jobsworth.<br>He call himself HARBORMASTER!,<br>what kind of high and mighty name is that!<br>This Harbormaster man seem to be judgin' some fancy dress. He chat to a skinny guy wearin' a pirate hat, wid ill-fittin' wooden foot an' seagull droppings on his shoulder.<br>Pirates s'posed to look cool, man. This one look just like a smelly sea tramp.|[[The Voodoo Witch]]}} | {{Q|I smell de sea, an' hear gulls screechin'. CAW CAW, CAW CAW. Have ya got a holiday comin' up?<br>Ohh…Now m'see some annoying likkle softboy jobsworth.<br>He call himself HARBORMASTER!,<br>what kind of high and mighty name is that!<br>This Harbormaster man seem to be judgin' some fancy dress. He chat to a skinny guy wearin' a pirate hat, wid ill-fittin' wooden foot an' seagull droppings on his shoulder.<br>Pirates s'posed to look cool, man. This one look just like a smelly sea tramp.|[[The Voodoo Witch]]}} | ||