A phantasy script.

A Phantasy Script Part 39: Raguul Again

The group walk back into Raguul, the sea breeze hitting their nostrils as they arrive. Seagulls calling out, ship bells ringing as they enter the fishing port. The place is more alive during the day as they make their way through the shipping yard, a familiar voice is heard by the group.

Capt Rick: Yeah heh heh! Wub-a-lub-a-dub-dub! Got that hot booty from Devils Run baby!

Mister Poopydeckhand: Uh Capt Rick, it looks like those adventurers from before are back here.

Capt Rick: Oh *beep*! My flippy-nips! General Mood, my dog, how have you been you drunken mother*beep*er?

The group all smile and look at each other before General Mood holds out his hand and is then hugged by Capt Rick.

General: Good to see you, you squanching mofo! We're good and could do with a drink!

Capt Rick: Oh, damn! We ran out of booze a while back, sorry my squanching squancher. 
Though, there should be a tavern here somewhere.

Berd: We thought that there was only the one; Pig 'N' Beer.

Mr Poopydeckhand: Oh, no. There has always been at least two, that one that you mentioned and I think there was the...

Capt Rick: Don't over step, Mr Poopydeckhand. It's the Fish 'N Brine, really good cod and haddock there. Plus, if you've got the gold they've got the drinks!

Fylec: Like, wine?

Capt Rick: The *beep* drinks wine? What are you, a horse surgeon? They probably do, geez this guy.

General: He's not really the drinker of mead and ale.

Jokesum: Any chance you would join us, Capt Rick?

His crew members unload barrels and chests as he then turns around to view them, then turns back to the Hunter's Guild.

Capt Rick: Love to, only thing is we're on a mission to deliver these to Cavenoor. It's land-locked, therefore we need to get these there by horse-drawn carriage. Bummer, I know.

Berd: Wait, you're passing up drinks with us to take...what are you hauling?

Capt Rick: That's classified, my friend. Only people that know of the treasure within, are those that have been given and accepted the quest. Look, I'll be honest, Capt Rick doesn't usually turn down drinks. But this booty has got a looooot of gold attached to it as a reward.

Fylec: Alright, well, could you give us directions to it?

Capt Rick: Of course I can, you squanching mofo! See the tower, I mean that was a stupid question! Stands out like a wart on your face. Go to the South-East of that and you should be able to see it.

General: Well, good to see you again you old squanch! Have a great trip!

Jokesum: Wait, what happened to Old Man?

Puzzled by Jokesum's question, Capt Rick then clicks his fingers.

Capt Rick: Oh, that old fart! He's been given the boot off of my ship, guy was weird and frankly if I'd kept him on board he would have had the same fate as Capt Bob.

Berd: So, he's on Devil's Run?

Mr Poopydeckhand: Uh, no. He was literally given a large boot filled with sand and made to walk off of the...

Capt Rick: Uh uh uh! No tattle-tailing on my ship, Mr Poopydeckhand! Yeah, he's gone. Given the old heave-ho!

Fylec: For what? Being a creepy assed old guy?

Capt Rick: No, he was blabbing on about something to do with you guys. How you had previously been working together, how he had always been a sneaky fellow. Guy had it coming, trust me.

General: That is a shame really, he had been helpful to us in our previous location.

Capt Rick: Yeah? Well, now he's fish food.

Jokesum: Alright, well this is getting heated and we like you...for the most part. So, why don't we go about our separate ways and let bygones be bygones?

Capt Rick: Good idea, small, red, tiefling. Sorry, I'm no good with names. Except this mother squancher!

Grabbing General Mood by his right hand, Capt Rick lifts it up and laughs.

Berd: Okay, that's alright with us. Have fun in Cavenoor, Capt Rick and crew!

Capt Rick: I'll see you guys around, wub-a-lub-a-dub-dub! Let's get that reward!

The entire crew of the Pie-On-Ear cheer as Capt Rick walks away from the Hunter's Guild, a sea shanty begins as they load up the barrels and chests to three horse-drawn carts and then move out of Raguul.

Fylec: So, Tower. South-East. Got it!

Fylec's map, having been refreshed by the Elf, reveals the hidden tavern; Fish 'N' Brine.

General: As long as we actually get some hard-earned rest, down some drinks, then make our way to Rico for Fylec's training on portals, we can take our time.

Jokesum: I'll join you guys in a bit, I know the direction. I've got something to sell, like Yuuki's necklace! He he!

Berd and Fylec roll their eyes at the tiefling as they then begin to walk towards the direction of the tavern.

General: You know, that's not a bad idea. Though, remember that you still owe me a drinking game!

Jokesum: Since when?

General: Since now, you passed out in the previous tavern.

Jokesum: Fine, try not to get too drunk without me!

With a chuckle then a low-five, the two part ways as General Mood catches up with Berd and Fylec while Jokesum wanders around the shops of Raguul. With the town being a lot small than Prismire and Cavenoor, only two shops are available to the small teifling; Don Trey Pass, the shop that they purchased their camping gear from, and a purple painted shop with no name. Jokesum shakes his head as his looks at them both then enters the unnamed shop as the door lets out a small chime. Peering out, from behind the shops counter, a small creature looks towards Jokesum then a voice is heard.