Act. 1
An Old Acquaintance
After the events at the Rain Dinners, Bazil ended up back on the familiar streets of Nanohana. The blistering sands swirled about, the makings of a sandstorm could be seen. Citizens boarding up their windows, business shutting their doors, the normally bustling port town was now reminiscent of a a wild west ghost town, the pirate the only soul left on the deserted desert street.
The noise of stomach could be heard grumbling, his mouth was dry, but nothing was open to satisfy this need. Coming to a closed bar, the pirate was about to break in and just take what they had, when a flashing neon light obscured by the sands caught his eye. The building was a barbecue stand, the restaurant more of small shack than a full scale establishment. Smoke emanated from the hut, the delicious aroma hanging around for as long as the winds would allow for it. Flames from the grill jumped and sizzled as the slabs of meat were laid on it. Behind it, was a large man, his long blonde locks tied up on his, the bundle itself was quite large. A light blue bandanna with pink flames tied around his forehead, holding back the sweat that glistened on his dark skin. He wore a white shirt that didn't fit, with a large black apron over top and black slacks. Watching him behind the counter the man was a surgeon with a blade, finely slicing the meats and vegetables with skill and ease. His strong, thick arms easily whipping the large cast iron cookware with ease as the contents sloshed about with each wrist flick. Walking up, Bazil took a seat at the bar like seating, the joint only having six stools and a counter. The cook so into his craft that he hadn't yet noticed the pirates presence, or so the mischievous pirate thought. His arms now reaching up onto the upper counter, where the cutlery sat.
"Been a long time, young lord." The chef spoke up right before the pirates hand grabbed the silverware. Catching Bazil off guard.
"Young lord?" He questioned back, obviously confused.
"Ah, well its clear you dont remember me." It was followed by a boisterous laugh, Bwahahaha. "I can't believe you are still living myself."
Bazil at this point had no idea what this had meant, "The fuck are you on about?" Both hands now on the table, his body posturing in an aggressive manner.
"Now. now, young lord." Placing both hands up in a manner of surrendering, "I was among the slaves you freed a little over a month ago, after you killed Moccasin and brought down the building we managed to escape out the back. Since then most of us have moved far from here, but as for myself I decided to wait around." Finishing with a pause, a serious look on his face, he started to speak again but was cutoff by the pirate.
"I honestly have no fuckin clue who you are and if you dont give me some fuckin food soon, I'm going to set you on fire and have barbecue'd fat guy for lunch." A demonic look in his eye and his blood lust out in full, he licked his lips and revealed his razor sharp grin.
"Bwahahaha" The man rumbled, his belly jiggling with every breathe. "Yes, yes, I understand what hunger does to a man." His loud and jovial voice filling up the small area to the point it felt like he was right next to you. Reaching out he grabbed a plate and lined it with various meats that had decorated the grill. Seasoned and grilled to perfection, the meat dripping as it moved from grill to platter. Saucing it up, he placed it in front of the now drooling Bazil, his lit up like a kid on christmas as the fangs he called teeth tore into the cooked flesh. In what seemed like seconds the plate was cleared and he set it up on the upper counter asking for more, he repeated this two more times, each time receiving a larger mountain of meat. All the while the cook continued to laugh and talk, mostly nonsensical mutterings, things like the crime rate and weather, the local travelers and such. This all fell on deaf ears as Bazils mind was entirely focused on devouring the feast he had been given.
As he finished, the man looked up, letting out a loud belch, "Man.. That was fucking delicious!" Bazil exclaimed patting his now full stomach.
"I do hope you plan on charging him for all that, Yasuke." A weaselly squeaked from behind the pirate. Turning he was surprised to see anyone else out in this weather as the storm would be on them anytime now. "I've told you a hundred times to stop feeding people for free, if you weren't such a good cook I'd have had the royal guard cut your hands off as a thief by now." The owner of the stand said smugly.
"Bwahaha, yes'sir, I will be sure to charge him." Yasuke bellowed, ignoring the second comment that was directed at him.
"I only came down here to tell you that bandits stole my shipment of rare desert truffles. I am going to need you to go retrieve some more from the caves and take it to my cargo ship and load them up." The owner said, using his hands to hold his cloak on as the wind was kicking up even more now.
"No problem sir, I will head out after the storm and ta..-" Yasuke started.
"You will go now, this cannot wait, please let me know when this is finished, I will be in the captains quarters of my ship." He interrupted and stormed off, wanting to get to hi destination before the storm.
Bazil looked up at the chef and stared at him for a second, "I'm not fucking paying for that." The pirate stated plainly.
"Bwahahaha, your a funny guy." The large cook laughed hold his stomach. Bazil looking at him once more, a blank expression still on his face.
"Seriously though, I'm not fuckin payin for that."
An Old Acquaintance
After the events at the Rain Dinners, Bazil ended up back on the familiar streets of Nanohana. The blistering sands swirled about, the makings of a sandstorm could be seen. Citizens boarding up their windows, business shutting their doors, the normally bustling port town was now reminiscent of a a wild west ghost town, the pirate the only soul left on the deserted desert street.
The noise of stomach could be heard grumbling, his mouth was dry, but nothing was open to satisfy this need. Coming to a closed bar, the pirate was about to break in and just take what they had, when a flashing neon light obscured by the sands caught his eye. The building was a barbecue stand, the restaurant more of small shack than a full scale establishment. Smoke emanated from the hut, the delicious aroma hanging around for as long as the winds would allow for it. Flames from the grill jumped and sizzled as the slabs of meat were laid on it. Behind it, was a large man, his long blonde locks tied up on his, the bundle itself was quite large. A light blue bandanna with pink flames tied around his forehead, holding back the sweat that glistened on his dark skin. He wore a white shirt that didn't fit, with a large black apron over top and black slacks. Watching him behind the counter the man was a surgeon with a blade, finely slicing the meats and vegetables with skill and ease. His strong, thick arms easily whipping the large cast iron cookware with ease as the contents sloshed about with each wrist flick. Walking up, Bazil took a seat at the bar like seating, the joint only having six stools and a counter. The cook so into his craft that he hadn't yet noticed the pirates presence, or so the mischievous pirate thought. His arms now reaching up onto the upper counter, where the cutlery sat.
"Been a long time, young lord." The chef spoke up right before the pirates hand grabbed the silverware. Catching Bazil off guard.
"Young lord?" He questioned back, obviously confused.
"Ah, well its clear you dont remember me." It was followed by a boisterous laugh, Bwahahaha. "I can't believe you are still living myself."
Bazil at this point had no idea what this had meant, "The fuck are you on about?" Both hands now on the table, his body posturing in an aggressive manner.
"Now. now, young lord." Placing both hands up in a manner of surrendering, "I was among the slaves you freed a little over a month ago, after you killed Moccasin and brought down the building we managed to escape out the back. Since then most of us have moved far from here, but as for myself I decided to wait around." Finishing with a pause, a serious look on his face, he started to speak again but was cutoff by the pirate.
"I honestly have no fuckin clue who you are and if you dont give me some fuckin food soon, I'm going to set you on fire and have barbecue'd fat guy for lunch." A demonic look in his eye and his blood lust out in full, he licked his lips and revealed his razor sharp grin.
"Bwahahaha" The man rumbled, his belly jiggling with every breathe. "Yes, yes, I understand what hunger does to a man." His loud and jovial voice filling up the small area to the point it felt like he was right next to you. Reaching out he grabbed a plate and lined it with various meats that had decorated the grill. Seasoned and grilled to perfection, the meat dripping as it moved from grill to platter. Saucing it up, he placed it in front of the now drooling Bazil, his lit up like a kid on christmas as the fangs he called teeth tore into the cooked flesh. In what seemed like seconds the plate was cleared and he set it up on the upper counter asking for more, he repeated this two more times, each time receiving a larger mountain of meat. All the while the cook continued to laugh and talk, mostly nonsensical mutterings, things like the crime rate and weather, the local travelers and such. This all fell on deaf ears as Bazils mind was entirely focused on devouring the feast he had been given.
As he finished, the man looked up, letting out a loud belch, "Man.. That was fucking delicious!" Bazil exclaimed patting his now full stomach.
"I do hope you plan on charging him for all that, Yasuke." A weaselly squeaked from behind the pirate. Turning he was surprised to see anyone else out in this weather as the storm would be on them anytime now. "I've told you a hundred times to stop feeding people for free, if you weren't such a good cook I'd have had the royal guard cut your hands off as a thief by now." The owner of the stand said smugly.
"Bwahaha, yes'sir, I will be sure to charge him." Yasuke bellowed, ignoring the second comment that was directed at him.
"I only came down here to tell you that bandits stole my shipment of rare desert truffles. I am going to need you to go retrieve some more from the caves and take it to my cargo ship and load them up." The owner said, using his hands to hold his cloak on as the wind was kicking up even more now.
"No problem sir, I will head out after the storm and ta..-" Yasuke started.
"You will go now, this cannot wait, please let me know when this is finished, I will be in the captains quarters of my ship." He interrupted and stormed off, wanting to get to hi destination before the storm.
Bazil looked up at the chef and stared at him for a second, "I'm not fucking paying for that." The pirate stated plainly.
"Bwahahaha, your a funny guy." The large cook laughed hold his stomach. Bazil looking at him once more, a blank expression still on his face.
"Seriously though, I'm not fuckin payin for that."