Ship's Log: Pawn Stars meets Pirates of the Carribean meets RWMUCK meets I have NO idea...
(OOC: Part of an RP from a while back, found the log again, thought it was funny, decided to post. Was Captain and Cook buying tea from a merchant.)
Bloodwhisker strides into the square, stopping at the center. Lining the edges of the square are many market stalls owned by merchants and vendors.
Gabriel follows. trying not to fall behind. He looks around "where is the tea merchant?"
Bloodwhisker points with a rough paw to a stand at the back. "Thar he be." The sea otter shoves his way through a mob of shopgoers to the stand.
Gabriel follows Bloodwhisker to the stand. He looks over the tea with true joy.
Gabriel look over the crates "the tes is in the boxs. right?"
Bloodwhisker laughs. "Aye, lad. 'Twould take a lifetime ter load each leaf one by one aboard ol'Star." He bangs a paw on the front of the stall to get the merchant's attention. "Hoi! You awake, or are ye on lunch break or summat?"
Gabriel grins "I can understand that."
Bloodwhisker doesn't reply to the cook as the merchant, irritated at the otter Captain, proves that he's awake. Without further delay, Bloodwhisker engages in some hardcore haggling over the price of the tea.
Gabriel looks between his captine and the merchant as they haggel back anf fourth.
"Twenty? Highway robbery, you cringin' cur!" Bloodwhisker roars at the merchant, partly to be heard over the general hubbub of the crowds, and partly because he's simply outraged. "Ye gotta do better'n that!"
Gabriel winces at the yell and he mutter under his breath "don't strain your voice."
The merchant does a fine job himself, yelling, "I near got me 'ide skelped by bandits ter get this tea! Any more o'dis an' I'll make it thirty!"
Gabriel by this time is enjoying the fight and he mutters to himself once again "Thirty, eh? my word he is a bad tempered fellow."
Bloodwhisker slams his paw down on the stall. "Yew cringin' toad! Ye've never seen a bandit, let alone bin skelped by one! Thirty! Wid prices like dat, yer a bandit, too! Thirty! Yew make it ten or I'm findin' another place ter spend me gold!"
Gabriel looks expectantly at the Merchant "well...? are you going to make it ten or are you going to make up leave?"
Spittle from the enraged captain's mouth showers the merchant as Bloodwhisker thunders in the startled vendor's face. "Well? Ye gonna sell us the bloody tea'r'not? Speak up, slimy streak of scummy slop! Yer a merchant, ain't yer? Sell us the bloody tea!" The hapless merchant backs off, shaking. "N-no...l-lord. T-ten...I-I'll make it S-seven if y'don't come back..." he trails off. "Good sir," he adds.
Gabriel grins and elbows Bloodwhisker "you really have a way with these merchants. how did you get so good at it?"
"Whoi thank ye, lad. 'S all in th'voice," Bloodwhisker says, his mood suddenly light and exhilarated again. "Jus' like an ole sayin' my grandper had...Know wot it was?"
Gabriel shakes his head with a grin "nope. what did he say?"
Bloodwhisker imitates his grandfather's rustic, aged voice. " 'Whisker,' e'd say ter me, 'If'n ye can't win by reason, go for volume.'" Bloodwhisker laughs.
Gabriel laughs to "he sounds like a wise fellow."
Bloodwhisker nods solemnly. "Aye, that 'e was, lad..." He drops the pretense of seriousness and cracks up again, "Except when 'e lost 'is glasses atop 'is 'ead."
Gabriel grins "did that happen a lot?"
Bloodwhisker laughs. "Every day." He strides off, saying, "Stay 'ere an' guard our tea. I gots ter get th'crew to load it up. Don't worry, I'll be back in jus' a moment'r'two."
Gabriel nods "will do."
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