McAlister

Toby watched un-amused as a lower level player tried to capture some squirrels that ran around their feet. Looking over when he heard steps beside him he sighed. “I’ve got 10 gold on the squirrels kicking their ass.” 

Wes noticed the eye roll but wasn’t hurt over it. “I’d much rather not take the chance, thanks.” Wes teased. “No matter how much I trust you it’s not worth one of my limbs. I don’t know about you, but even though my strength stat is nearly perfect, my agility isn’t so I can’t really run away.”

He could tell Josh was still under the influence, and he wondered if choosing a drunk guy as his partner was a good idea… Wes watched the younger man gaze at some very nice ships, some that were far more expensive than they could afford, and Wes gave him disapproving looks. Josh pointed at another ship and Wes nodded in approval. As long as it didn’t have and holes he was good with it. “Sure, why don’t you go check it out and see what we need and I’ll find the owner.” That way he could ask around about the island.

“I am incredibly offended, Weston. Where is your loyalty? Taking one for the team and all that?“ Of course in this instance taking one for the team meant getting his hand cut off if Joshua fucked up. “Well, my agility is pretty good. That’s why we wouldn’t have been caught.

Wes searched the nearby building to look for a NPC. He spotted one sticking shelves through an open door in the shop. Wes could always tell when he was looking at a NPC; it was something about the way they moved. He walked up to him and a screen asked if he wanted to talk the man and Wes accepted.

"I did," he said with a small nod when the other man came back. "250 gold. Which means you owe me 125 now." He was almost embarrassed when the words left his mouth. This felt so wrong. Actually telling people to give him the money he owed them. He was used to not caring about money so much that paying for his friends had basically become a habit. In this game however, money was short, even for him. "Okay, Captain," he said jokingly, "What next? Where to?"

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Wes nodded a bit. "Yes, I do think that. Not that it's an awful thing, I mean, it's to be expected. To risk your life to save another is something a little more extraordinary." Truth was, Wes couldn't judge Josh for hypothetically abandoning him when he knew he would hypothetically abandon him too if the situation didn't look good. He had one end goal in mind, and he had to make it there.

"Right, hold on." We said, trying to figure out the controls for how to transfer gold. Once he figured it out he sent Josh 125 in gold, just as he owed. He hoped he could get more soon. "Uhh-" Wes repeated the story the old man in the building told him. "That's what I was told so, I'm thinking the first part means we sail west?"

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He shrugged again. He really couldn't say that Wes was wrong, yet if he learned something from his other encounters so far, he would be better of to not make sure that Weston was absolutely sure that Josh would gladly leave him behind if the situation called for it.

"Thanks," he mumbled when the money transfer screen popped up in front of him, an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. He felt cheap. He listened to the story carefully, nodding along to the story. "That sounds like a plan, let's go then."

When he boarded the ship, he looked around, almost helplessly. "Sooo...", he trailed off as he let his gaze wander over the ship. "Where is west?"

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That was a good question. Wes looked around and pulled out his menu to ensure his suspicions that there wasn't a compass on it were correct. Unfortunately, they were. He huffed, looking up at the sky. Then he remembered. The sun rises in the east and set in the west. "Josh, do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked.

Wes thought it was about two in the afternoon, but he was still unsure of his internal clock. He needed to double check before they wasted precious time.

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"Please don't tell me you don't know where we need to go?", Joshua asked, slightly groaning - which was unfair, since he had no idea where they needed to go either. He followed his friend's gaze upwards and furrowed his brow, wondering what the other man saw that he didn't.

"Not sure. Should be around 3.", he guessed from how much time he spent at the tavern before and how early it was. "And that matters why?"

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"I don't know but give me a second to figure it out." Wes asked. The only hope he had in this game was the guarantee that there was a solution, unlike in real life. In real life, sometimes things were just hopeless.

He pointed towards the direction of the sun. "That way, follow the setting sun. It sets in the west and starts descending at noon." He advised, jumping on the deck of the ship. He looked for the wheel, and headed right over to it. One of them would have to drive it, and Wes thought it should be him. He drove a fire engine for a living anyway. How hard could this be. He grinned, waving Josh on the boat. "You paid for half, don't let me leave you behind!"

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Joshua hated waiting, so obviously he was more than happy when the other man came up with a plan as soon as he did. He raised his eyebrows and he sounded almost surprised when he said "Damn, Wes. That's really clever."

When he heard leaves rustling, Wes pulled out his daggers, not even changing facial expression as this would have made the twentieth time he’d slayed a snail that day.  When he rounded the tree though, instead of a low level snail, he saw a young woman.  She didn’t look good either. 

Clearly not an elf.  He thought, putting his daggers away. He crouched down next to her, but still giving her her personal space. “I don’t mean to be offensive, but you’re not looking so good.”

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Wes noticed the eye roll but wasn’t hurt over it. “I’d much rather not take the chance, thanks.” Wes teased. “No matter how much I trust you it’s not worth one of my limbs. I don’t know about you, but even though my strength stat is nearly perfect, my agility isn’t so I can’t really run away.”

He could tell Josh was still under the influence, and he wondered if choosing a drunk guy as his partner was a good idea… Wes watched the younger man gaze at some very nice ships, some that were far more expensive than they could afford, and Wes gave him disapproving looks. Josh pointed at another ship and Wes nodded in approval. As long as it didn’t have and holes he was good with it. “Sure, why don’t you go check it out and see what we need and I’ll find the owner.” That way he could ask around about the island.

“I am incredibly offended, Weston. Where is your loyalty? Taking one for the team and all that?“ Of course in this instance taking one for the team meant getting his hand cut off if Joshua fucked up. “Well, my agility is pretty good. That’s why we wouldn’t have been caught.

Wes searched the nearby building to look for a NPC. He spotted one sticking shelves through an open door in the shop. Wes could always tell when he was looking at a NPC; it was something about the way they moved. He walked up to him and a screen asked if he wanted to talk the man and Wes accepted.

“Oh, great!” He exclaimed sarcastically. “Well now that’s- that’s so much better.  Now I definitely want to steal a ship.”  He thought back to the old days, where people would get hung for stealing horses. What if it wasn’t just a hand to lose, but their life.  

Wes felt bad for lying to him, but it was for the greater good.  After all, he would make sure he knew what he was doing before they set sail.  He wasn’t just going to go into open water with no plan, even though he did tend to do that on occasion.  “That’s fine?”  Wes said, the tail end trailing up like a question.  Wes didn’t care what the ship was as long as it got them to their destination and wasn’t extremely expensive.  If that was all he needed to forfeit, then good on all things. “I really don’t care.” 

He rolled his eyes dramatically, making sure that his party member would notice. “That would only happen if we geot caught, Wes. And believe me, I wouldn’t let them catch us. You should have a litttle more faith in my ablities, you know.”

“Come on, we’re not going to jail. This isn’t my first rodeo, I know what I’m doing.” Seemed like his past would actually come in handy for once. “And anyway, I feel like people here are more likely to chop your hand off if you ry to steal something than put you in jail, so…” He trailed off, still not really serious, even if it didn’t seem to farfetched considering the medival setting of the game.

“Good. Would suck to rent a boat and hire a crew without having any idea where we’re supposed to go.” Slowly the docks came into view, high masts of shipps towering above everything else. “Also, if we are doing this your way, I get to pick the ship.” It wasn’t a question or a compromise. It was a decision he just made.

“Oh, great!” He exclaimed sarcastically. “Well now that’s- that’s so much better.  Now I definitely want to steal a ship.”  He thought back to the old days, where people would get hung for stealing horses. What if it wasn’t just a hand to lose, but their life.