"I think the main thing we need is water, we will have to see what they have here in terms of food to see if we can stock up on that." Kirk pondered, not at all noticing that Kále was wandering off, too focused on the island.
Water was important. The Tank that could only hold so much. And to make sure they had clean drinking water at all times, they'd need a few more Barrels.
"We should probably stick together here until we get our bearings. Remember, everyone! Do NOT do dumb shit! We don't wanna cause any trouble, got it?" For... some reason... that statement felt very directed. I just wonder who it may be messaged to.
Noir was double-checking that the boat was properly docked before climbing down to the docks. He was intrigued by the styles of clothing the citizens had. It was clear they had a different culture here, so maybe they would have different kinds of food too. He absorbed himself in trying to spot from where they were standing any interesting markets or restaurants.
"We probably need to figure out how long it will take for the log pose to change and how far away the next island is before we try to decide on the things we need, right? It might take a long time to get to the next place, plus we don't want any perishables going to waste if we buy too soon." Noir chimed in politely, his gaze falling to the rest of the crew.
Jeanne had been busy writing something down in her journal as they pulled into the harbor. She would need several parts and some metal for this new gear. She yawned a bit as she looked about. "Probably for the best we do our shopping on this side of the river.", she says motioning towards Brandy Shallow.
"Last time we went to somewhere rowdy Leroy came back with Kále." she says giving a chuckle. Wait a minute... Where was Kále? She blinked. "Speaking of, have you guys seen him?", she would ask looking around. "Did he go back under deck or something?" she would ask, scratching her jaw. "He's probably asleep again..."
"Well. Where ever he is, I'm sure he's fine!" He said giving a wave of his hand and a tilt of his head. He had absolute trust in his firstmate, and his crew for that fact. So if one of them wandered off, he figured they'd be back eventually
“Kále? He’s fuc- oh my god, that dumbass.” Kirk grumbled under his breath before pinching the bridge of his nose. “He better not get in trouble.”
'Of COURSE Kále had to run off! Of COURSE!' The Navigator angerly thought to himself.
"You all need any help?" Spoke a voice from the end of the docks. It came from a bit of a younger looking man in a poncho and a cowboy hat. The Man wore a wide leather belt with a large buckle. Tanned cotton short sleeved shirt underneath. The color of denim peaking through the pair of Chaps he wore.
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"Seems like a good thing that you docked here instead of over in whiskey peak!"
His attention, thankfully, was turned to the cowboy. “Oh? Actually, yes!” Kirk put on a happy face to block off how annoyed he was at their incompetent first mate and started to walk over to the cow boy. “We were wondering how long it would take for the log pose to point towards the next island.”
Kirk blinked a few times and looked over at the other side of the island, across the river. “Wait, Whiskey Peak? What’s wrong with that side?”
The cowboy smiled as he flicked his duster behind him and raised his hat. "Well First i just want to say, Welcome to Cactus Island. Y'all seem new 'round 'ere. I'm Hennesy. I'm the Constable around here and I usually show new Folks around this here island."
His boots then Clacked with the Audible sound of Spurs on the back of his boots. Giving a jingle to every step he took. He was rather tall, but only stood a foot taller than all of them. He didn't seem necessarily strong. But his demeanor gave a disarming pressence "Now to answer yer question. It takes 8 hours for yer log pose to lock onto the next Island, Known as Chriton Isle. But if you ain't lookin to be ate up by some rapid prehistoric creatures, you'd best stray away." He gave a sly smile as he spoke.
"And as for whiskey peak...Well, many years ago there was a sort of...Agreement that people would stay on two sides of the Island. You see, this here island used to be filled with riled-up individuals that were cutthroat at every occasion. Bounty Hunters from all parts of the world flock here to turn in bounties or get readied with their contemporaries."
He spoke so eloquently yet in such a relaxed tone "This side here is known as brandy. This is where the more agreeable of Bounty Hunters, or Retired folk and just general civilians live. And Whiskey Peak is where all your Adrenal Junkey, cutthroat 'Kill em at any cost whoever they are' live. They put a bad rep on Bounty Hunters in my humble opinion."
"But the Agreement is that anyone who crosses the Bridge into here is to not be harmed or chased, and those that enter into whiskey do so at their own volition and risk."
Leroy Thought about it. Bounty Hunters certainly seemed cool! He'd read stories about them but he really wasn't surprised by all of the cutthroats present. And he figured if Kále was over there. He could handle himself, just at the thought he gave a smile
"Well thank you for tellin' us! We're just passin through and need a place to stay while we load up on supplies!"