504: Thursday Night - late
The room is dark except for a single candle. Pippi lounges sideways on her bed staring dreamily at the candle.
All the color drained out of Blood-Sven's face.
"P p p p p pi... pi... Pippi Longstocking? That's your name?"
"Yup. It surely is my name. But why do you ask?"
Jock the Knife was not hiding behind Blood-Sven, nope not at all.
"It's.... It's a rather unusual name... Don't ya think?"
"Oh yes, and my Papa also has it."
"Soo..." said Jock, trying to be casual, "You'll be staying with us for sometime... Possibly?"
"Oh no." answered Pippi. "I just have to find my Papa. Captain Efram Longstocking, and then I really have to dash."
"Your Papa... He accompanied you here... Most likely?"
"Weeeell." said Pippi, her eyes narrowing. "He's on this island alright." she finished through clenched teeth as she jumped down from the table. Stalking slowly towards the pirate captain and his crony, she reached over and pulled a cutlass off a table as she passed. "Though I thought he was in your company..." she brought the point of the sword up under Sven's chin. "... Little Blood-Sven."
Blood-Sven would have gulped if the movement wouldn't have him cutting his own throat on the blade. "Uh... No he certainly isn't. How would I know where your Papa is?"
Jock didn't like the looks of this at all. "Yeah, we don't even know your Papa. So how could we know where he is? ... Dummy." He gave Blood-Sven a satisfied look. And then looked back down at Pippi. "Besides," he said with a sly smirk, "you could never break in there."
Blood-Sven, with the tip of the blade practicly resting on his Adam's Apple, made a noise similer to what one makes upon opening a fresh can of Surströmming.
All the color drained out of Blood-Sven's face.
"P p p p p pi... pi... Pippi Longstocking? That's your name?"
"Yup. It surely is my name. But why do you ask?"
Jock the Knife was not hiding behind Blood-Sven, nope not at all.
"It's.... It's a rather unusual name... Don't ya think?"
"Oh yes, and my Papa also has it."
"Soo..." said Jock, trying to be casual, "You'll be staying with us for sometime... Possibly?"
"Oh no." answered Pippi. "I just have to find my Papa. Captain Efram Longstocking, and then I really have to dash."
"Your Papa... He accompanied you here... Most likely?"
"Weeeell." said Pippi, her eyes narrowing. "He's on this island alright." she finished through clenched teeth as she jumped down from the table. Stalking slowly towards the pirate captain and his crony, she reached over and pulled a cutlass off a table as she passed. "Though I thought he was in your company..." she brought the point of the sword up under Sven's chin. "... Little Blood-Sven."
Blood-Sven would have gulped if the movement wouldn't have him cutting his own throat on the blade. "Uh... No he certainly isn't. How would I know where your Papa is?"
Jock didn't like the looks of this at all. "Yeah, we don't even know your Papa. So how could we know where he is? ... Dummy." He gave Blood-Sven a satisfied look. And then looked back down at Pippi. "Besides," he said with a sly smirk, "you could never break in there."
Blood-Sven, with the tip of the blade practicly resting on his Adam's Apple, made a noise similer to what one makes upon opening a fresh can of Surströmming.