The Pirate’s Legendary Booty
wwaterdown
Your name is Joey Claire, and you’re either about to become an accomplice in a theft, or you’re about to die.
You’d just been standing around Sector One, minding your own business, when you hear the sound of someone approaching you quickly. A bag falls from over the brick wall at your back, landing snugly in your arms. You’re left staring like some kind of idiot, like a total maroon, as the footsteps grow farther and farther away, leaving you with something uncomfortably heavy. And then more footsteps swiftly follow--
Someone vaults over the wall and lands in front of you, and you realize it’s yet another troll.
...An adult troll. You pale, remembering Xefros telling you that all adult trolls were off fighting for the empire or something in the reaches of space. This can’t be good.
“I-I, uh, golly is this y-yours??”
Look at the time! It’s get-the-hell-out-of-here o’clock! You try to throw the bag, but it’s...it’s kind of sticking to your palms...
