Jeanne chuckled a bit at Noir and Kále's arguementing and Leroy sort of adding to it. "If a fist fight breaks out I expect you to finish it, Leroy.", she says rolling her eyes. "And Kále. Do you want me to take a look at that gash?" she would ask. It kinda sucked being the only person able to stitch the group up in this situation. Her first aid knowledge was limited.
Heaven forbid they wind up with any illnesses. "Thank God I got more stuff to stitch you up in Logue Town. Though I didn't exactly expect it to be you I'd be patching up again so soon." she said with a sigh. "We're gonna wind up needing two doctors on the crew with how quickly you've been getting injured."
“I don’t think they can hear you, Jeanne.” Kirk said grumpily. “They’d be lucky to still be up after how hard I hit ‘em!” The fishman huffed heavily before collapsing his staff, putting it into his back pocket, and then stepped over to the slumped bodies of their crewmates. Sure enough Noir was seeing stars and was completely out, a bump probably forming on the back of his head, matching Kále. Kirk picked up both of the boys with ease and hefted them over his shoulders. “Can we just head back to the hotel? I don’t like this attention.”
When youre dealing with two Superhumans. Merely breaking them up isn't enough. Sometimes, a bit of force was necessary. Like forcibly pulling on two drunks collars in a bar.
And with that, the crew made it back to the hotel. All In good shape to sleep the night away and leave in the morning in one piece.
The Crew had gone to sleep. All of them splayed out across the room. One to each bed. They had gotten the ship loaded up with all of the supplies that they had bought throughout their stay on the island. Currently Leroy waited awake. Legs crossed and hands behind his head as he watched the clock on the far wall…
11:58
Only a minute left before he had to meet Rango Scotch outside…He hadn’t told anyone what was going on and didn't want to worry them. Figured he might be able to smooth it over somehow.
11:59
Leroy sat up in bed. Looking around. Everyone was still fast asleep. Snoring fills the room. Throwing his legs over the side, he stood to his feet and slipped his sandals on, and walked to the door, opening it as quietly as possible before closing it shut behind him and walking down the dimly lit hallway. His heart raced, and he felt anxious. His legs felt wobbly. He went into every fight in his life with a strong sense of confidence. But why was this any different?
It was the sense of anticipation. Not knowing what was going to happen. That fear. He’d experienced something similar when he was younger. Out in the jungle for training, not knowing what was where. ’Get up!’ a masculine voice spoke deep from within Leroy's mind. Reminding him of when he’d fall. ‘No matter how many times you get knocked on your ass! You get back in there!’ With a breath, Leroy steeled himself. That smile came across his face as he walked with a gait of confidence. Shoulders squared off. Stepping out into the street, his foot scraped against the down, unsettling dust.
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12:00
The sound of spurs filled the air right as the Clock somewhere on the island rang out. The silhouette of Rango Came walking into the middle of the street. Thumbs looped into his belt. Two large guns on either side of his hip as his poncho flapped in the cool calm breeze.
“Good! Ya came…” He spoke with a smile as he looked up, his finger adjusting the hat out of his view. He was totally sober. A piece of long spindly grass hung out the side of his scruffy mouth. A large sly smile on his face.
“Of course I did. You wanted me here!” Leroy said, holding his arms out. “Here I am!”
“So tell me, what do you want? If it’s a fight, I’d hope to talk you down from it, I’d rather get back up to bed and sleep so I can leave this place in the mornin’” He tucked his hands into his pockets. His large oversized XXL pale pale blue shirt moving gently in the breeze.
He didn’t want to fight for the simple reason, he’d rather sleep. But also because he felt it was unnecessary. Thinking it was just some drunkard wanting to duke it out. But if it turned out he was after his bounty…then he’d fight. Just like Sparrow had taught him.
“Ya see. That ain’t gonna do. I think I owe you an explanation.” He said gesturing with his hands as he spoke. Hands gloved in leather. Tassels off the edge near his forearms dangling
“I’ve been hired to kill you.” He spoke simply. But The words caused the Captain's brow to harden as he listened. A chill running down his spine.
“Wh-” Leroy attempted to speak but was cut off by Scotch “And just how lucky am I! That you happen to land on the very island I was reading myself on to go out and hunt you down!” Scotch shook his head as he let out a small chuckle under his breath “Must be fate!”
He brought his leather gloved hand up to the side of his face. Scratching at his itchy scruff.
“Who.” Leroy spoke sternly.
Pointing a finger, Rango replied “I’ll get to that.”
His face seemed to be muddled as he shifted his head around “But you see…There's a small…conundrum with my hit out on you.”
“I still owe someone you know well a favor. And I thought I’d pay off that favor by…Letting you live!”