#thevengeance

It takes time for Volatile to return to the ship. Not that it’s hard to find, of course she isn’t, but because he didn’t want to leave the Pleasure Palace. In fact, he was so hesitant to leave that he made his way back onto the ship in full amusement park garb.

There’s something both disturbing and intriguing about a troll wearing a snorkel mask. Accompanied with it of course is his little pink and yellow floaty tube, rested perfectly around his hips. The outfit wouldn’t be complete without flippers, too small for his big feet with his toes sticking out of holes he made himself. As for actual clothing, the troll managed an out-of-date one-piece swimming suit, the same colors as his floaty tube.

Behind him he dragged a large bag up the gangplank as he flopped his way up. It was safe to assume it was filled with food, for the scents coming from it and the sauces that leaked out behind it. The bag was none other than his famous hammock. He’d just wash it in the ocean before using it next.

He gave a big grin as he looked around at the ship, one hand on his hip. “It be good to be back,” he sighed.