George, the large Nordic bartender/bouncer of the Fox and Hound Pub, is busy with food preparations for Shylah and her crew; A task he willingly accepted after 'retiring' from seafaring with the female Viking and the men who hail from Norge. A task performed with much pride along with his other duties at the drinking establishment. Shy rewards him well for retaining loyalties to her, and he is more than pleased with the current arrangements.
Now it came to pass during the early morning hours, while George is singing a lively tune from his homeland, and putting together delicious foodstuffs, that he hears a large explosion in the far distance. At first he thought it to be cannon fire from one of those heavy square-rigged sailing ships that Shylah calls 'hus-boats'. Second thought, immediately following the first, is that a pirate is probably drunk and showing off for some strumpet he picked up down at the docks late last night and is still entertaining her by regaling a tale of how he came about possessing said ship. What better way to emphasize the story than with a little cannon fire?
He did not give it any more thought until a young man suddenly came bursting into the Pub, screaming at the top of his lungs, slamming the door shut, and placing his back against the entry as if he was barring the devil himself from getting inside.
"Don't go out there — it's raining fish!"
George cursed under his breath for leaving the door unlocked, then said to the wild-eyed lad, "Boy, I'm not going to serve you any alcohol since it seems you're already inebriated. Come here and take a seat. I'll pour a cup of hot coffee for you."
Just then, the young man heard something outside. He peeked out the door in time to see Nevel riding away on his tricycle after apparently dropping off a gift. The lad took his chance to make his own escape, but not before exclaiming. . .
"What a stinky delivery!"
Grumbling, George made his way over to the door, left ajar by the fleeing lad. The pile of sun-baked fish did indeed give off quite a stench. Now he has additional work to do and he's not happy. The calling card eyed. "So, I have *you* to thank for this extra labor. I'll be sure to let Shylah know what caused my delay."
Nevel might get the squeeze put on him after all.
Now it came to pass during the early morning hours, while George is singing a lively tune from his homeland, and putting together delicious foodstuffs, that he hears a large explosion in the far distance. At first he thought it to be cannon fire from one of those heavy square-rigged sailing ships that Shylah calls 'hus-boats'. Second thought, immediately following the first, is that a pirate is probably drunk and showing off for some strumpet he picked up down at the docks late last night and is still entertaining her by regaling a tale of how he came about possessing said ship. What better way to emphasize the story than with a little cannon fire?
He did not give it any more thought until a young man suddenly came bursting into the Pub, screaming at the top of his lungs, slamming the door shut, and placing his back against the entry as if he was barring the devil himself from getting inside.
"Don't go out there — it's raining fish!"
George cursed under his breath for leaving the door unlocked, then said to the wild-eyed lad, "Boy, I'm not going to serve you any alcohol since it seems you're already inebriated. Come here and take a seat. I'll pour a cup of hot coffee for you."
Just then, the young man heard something outside. He peeked out the door in time to see Nevel riding away on his tricycle after apparently dropping off a gift. The lad took his chance to make his own escape, but not before exclaiming. . .
"What a stinky delivery!"
Grumbling, George made his way over to the door, left ajar by the fleeing lad. The pile of sun-baked fish did indeed give off quite a stench. Now he has additional work to do and he's not happy. The calling card eyed. "So, I have *you* to thank for this extra labor. I'll be sure to let Shylah know what caused my delay."
Nevel might get the squeeze put on him after all.