1st Cigar- [Video]
[Crocodile coughs and sputters as he appears, gasping for air as he rises shakily to his feet. One broad hand is held to his forehead as he tries to clear his foggy mind.]
Sh-shit...What the devil was that? If this is some sort of damnable new weapon, then I'll warn you that you've chosen the wrong target to test it on.
[His eyes scan the field as he tries to assess the situation, his mind rifling through various scenarios. No guards or soldiers appear to be rushing him, Marine, Pirate, or otherwise. No traps being sprung, no spotlights hitting him, no hail of gunfire. Then very slowly, people begin to trickle into the area to greet the new arrival.]
...Oi. Answer me, now. I demand to know what this business is all about, and where my ship is. How did you transport me here? What kind of technology are you using? One of you fools had better give me some useful answers.
[The people talk to him en masse, assailing him with different answers to his inquiries, and more than a few questions of their own. He gives them nothing but a frustrated sneer as he parts them and heads for the nearest described area of safety. If he was going to absorb all of this, he needed a moment to rest.]
Tch. This is ridiculous. I can't afford to be trapped in this...place. This strange new land. Whatever the hell it is, there has to be some means of egress...Hm. What a splendid sense of humor fate has, that I should trade one kind of jail for another.
...Well then, which one of you will be the first to prove you're not entirely useless?
Sh-shit...What the devil was that? If this is some sort of damnable new weapon, then I'll warn you that you've chosen the wrong target to test it on.
[His eyes scan the field as he tries to assess the situation, his mind rifling through various scenarios. No guards or soldiers appear to be rushing him, Marine, Pirate, or otherwise. No traps being sprung, no spotlights hitting him, no hail of gunfire. Then very slowly, people begin to trickle into the area to greet the new arrival.]
...Oi. Answer me, now. I demand to know what this business is all about, and where my ship is. How did you transport me here? What kind of technology are you using? One of you fools had better give me some useful answers.
[The people talk to him en masse, assailing him with different answers to his inquiries, and more than a few questions of their own. He gives them nothing but a frustrated sneer as he parts them and heads for the nearest described area of safety. If he was going to absorb all of this, he needed a moment to rest.]
Tch. This is ridiculous. I can't afford to be trapped in this...place. This strange new land. Whatever the hell it is, there has to be some means of egress...Hm. What a splendid sense of humor fate has, that I should trade one kind of jail for another.
...Well then, which one of you will be the first to prove you're not entirely useless?