Word Count: 54,015
Summary of Events:
Quique and the rest of Captain Sly's crew had dinner at a restaurant in the town they'd found on the Falidor coast before Quique got wiled away by an attractive woman. Bethania was sitting in the conservatory because it was raining and watching Rafael play with her cat and his, who weren't getting along due to their opposing genders, which frustrated Rafael, prompting him to throw Bethania's cat away and then run; Bethania chased after him and sprained her ankle. Quique and Captain Sly's crew were unpleasantly roused by Captain Sly's greatest rival, Captain Melville, who wanted to know what they were up to and sent two of his men chasing Quique to find out. Bethania finally got Rafael to come talk to her and they made up about the cat issue. Quique was back at the ship setting up camp on the shore for the ground crew . . .
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"They'd decided it would be a good idea to have the ship follow along the coast as they went about their searching, that way they wouldn't lose the ship, and they could be defended by her cannons should they be attacked.
Quique, Lenox, Carran, and Ripley were among the crew who'd be going along the shore with Captain Sly while Wardell ran the ship with the remaining men.
Once the tent was set up, Quique turned his attention to the next one, but was stopped by the sound of incredibly loud swearing. He looked back at the ship, then hurried up as the swearing continued.
"You mean we don't have a piece?!" Captain Sly bellowed at a rather frightened-looking group of men.
"No sir," the one in front replied. "Not one, and most of what food remains is spoiled too."
"You've got to be bloody joking!" Captain Sly bellowed.
"I wish I was," the man replied quickly.
"What's going on?" Quique asked.
"We spent all the money last night," Captain Sly replied. "There's not a piece down in the hold."
Quique shifted his jaw as a distinctly sinking feeling settled over him. He recalled that incredibly heavy trunk he'd carried up to be tossed overboard. Had that been their money? He shuddered to think he could've done such a thing.
"And we've used up what little rations we had left other than one barrel of flour, and what remains other than that is ruined anyways," Captain Sly ranted. "What kind of expedition is this?! All we have is powder and shot!"
"But we're near land," Quique said.
"What good is that if we can't buy anything?!" Captain Sly demanded, wheeling around to face him.
"We can hunt for food," Quique replied. "Or go fishing."
Captain Sly looked at him with an unimpressed expression.
"All the meat we could want," Quique said.
"We're supposed to be hunting for a fountain," Captain Sly said flatly. "Not food."
"Maybe we'll find the fountain while we're hunting," Quique replied. "And then, if people ask us what we're doing, we can tell them we're hunting."
Captain Sly shook his head and muttered under his breath. "Go finish setting things up down there."
Quique let his shoulders sag slightly and headed back off of the ship.
"What's going on up there?" Ripley asked.
"Apparently we accidentally threw what money we had in the hold overboard, so we can't buy supplies," Quique replied.
"What?" Ripley asked, his entire face hanging in disbelief.
Quique nodded.
"You've got to be kidding," Ripley whispered.
Quique shook his head and continued past Ripley to keep working. Once they'd set everything up they were able to capture some crabs that'd wandered up on the beach and cooked them over the fire for dinner.
Captain Sly came down and joined them for the cooked crab, which Quique had a feeling he didn't actually think was that bad, but said nothing about."
"No sir," the one in front replied. "Not one, and most of what food remains is spoiled too."
"You've got to be bloody joking!" Captain Sly bellowed.
"I wish I was," the man replied quickly.
"What's going on?" Quique asked.
"We spent all the money last night," Captain Sly replied. "There's not a piece down in the hold."
Quique shifted his jaw as a distinctly sinking feeling settled over him. He recalled that incredibly heavy trunk he'd carried up to be tossed overboard. Had that been their money? He shuddered to think he could've done such a thing.
"And we've used up what little rations we had left other than one barrel of flour, and what remains other than that is ruined anyways," Captain Sly ranted. "What kind of expedition is this?! All we have is powder and shot!"
"But we're near land," Quique said.
"What good is that if we can't buy anything?!" Captain Sly demanded, wheeling around to face him.
"We can hunt for food," Quique replied. "Or go fishing."
Captain Sly looked at him with an unimpressed expression.
"All the meat we could want," Quique said.
"We're supposed to be hunting for a fountain," Captain Sly said flatly. "Not food."
"Maybe we'll find the fountain while we're hunting," Quique replied. "And then, if people ask us what we're doing, we can tell them we're hunting."
Captain Sly shook his head and muttered under his breath. "Go finish setting things up down there."
Quique let his shoulders sag slightly and headed back off of the ship.
"What's going on up there?" Ripley asked.
"Apparently we accidentally threw what money we had in the hold overboard, so we can't buy supplies," Quique replied.
"What?" Ripley asked, his entire face hanging in disbelief.
Quique nodded.
"You've got to be kidding," Ripley whispered.
Quique shook his head and continued past Ripley to keep working. Once they'd set everything up they were able to capture some crabs that'd wandered up on the beach and cooked them over the fire for dinner.
Captain Sly came down and joined them for the cooked crab, which Quique had a feeling he didn't actually think was that bad, but said nothing about."
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