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The island never slept. In fact, there was constant yelling accompanied by the loud mechanical sounds of gizmos and gadgets. Loud, thumping music poured out of a club covered in bright neon lights that named the location “The Screwdriver.” It had all the necessary components to mark it as a brothel: the flashy lights, the females lingering outside, and the male clientele. The only difference the elf noticed, compared to the other brothels he was used to, was that the doorway was smaller, for the goblins that worked and visited there. Wisps of smoke rose from his mouth as he leaned against a wooden post and stared at the establishment. It wasn’t too far from the inn he was staying at and he knew his love wouldn’t miss him much considering how deeply she slept under his care.
Every time a male goblin exited the brothel, the elf looked up, watching closely, looking for his friend, but none were he. The idea walking into the building made him hesitated. Sure, he found goblin women attractive to a certain level, but he wasn’t sure about being with them. Nonetheless, after standing outside for an hour, he finished his cigarette, and taking a deep breath, he walked into the brothel, smiling at the goblin women who greeted him at the doorway. The music was quite loud, unlike the Bay’s Booty back in Booty Bay. In fact, it was more of a party inside, complete with flashing lights and metallic poles from the ceiling to the floors at different areas of the room. For a moment, Cristianno simply chuckled, sitting on a blue leather beanbag.
A female goblin approached him, placing her boot on his knee and winking at him. “What can I do fer ya, big boy? We don’t get many of your kind around here. You must be them kinky kind.”
Cris laughed and smiled at the woman, “I’m looking for someone.”
“Ya came to the right place then. Ya looking for a blonde? Brunette? Or how about a smoldering red head like me?”
“I’m looking for a guy.”
“Oh.” The woman lowered her foot. “One of them boys, eh?” She turned to look behind her, “Hmm, well we do have a few but they’re not available right now…”
“No, no, I mean, I’m looking for a friend.”
“OH! Well, that’s different.” The woman smiled and snuggled up against Cris, who simply chuckled again. “I can be your ‘friend,’ hm?”
“Thank you, but really, I’m looking for a goblin. You know, green, small, black hair.” The woman looked at him in disbelief. “Obnoxious, rude, and probably lives here by now.”
“OH! You mean Ziggly!”
Cris smiled brightly and nodded, “Yes, that’s the one.” For a moment, he wondered how much money he had spent, and how much was actually his and not from Cris’ own stash, but that was quickly forgotten with the idea that he had actually found his friend. “Is he here?”
The woman looked around, particularly in a certain corner of the brothel. “Um... yes, I think he is.” After she directed him, Cris ducked to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling and walked over to the small mob of women crawling all over a large beanbag. At first, Cris simply kicked the beanbag slightly, but that didn’t do anything. The women were still all over each other and whoever was under them. He then cleared his throat, which made two of the women lift their heads curiously.
“These wenches are taken! Go get your own!” The voice that emerged from under the woman pile was familiar. Cris chuckled and plopped down next to the pile. The women squealed and the goblin underneath lifted his head, pushing the girls off, “I said get lost, fucker!”
“Nice to see you too, Zig.”
The goblin’s eyes widened and he smiled his jagged toothy smile. “Motherfucker! You’re alive!” He jumped up and hugged Cris, who returned the hug with one just as tight as his. This, however, only lasted for a few seconds as they both pushed each other and Ziggly cleared his throat. “I mean, where the fuck have you been, asshole?” He straightened his shirt and glanced behind him at the women, who simply lounged on the beanbag.
Cris laughed. “Been looking for you.”
“It took you this long? What the fuck?”
“I was preoccupied several times, but I heard your voice the other day and I knew I had found the right place. Then I found this little gem and knew you had moved in.”
“These wenches are hot!”
“Yeah, I bet.”
“Here, take two of mine!”
Cris shook his head. “No, thank you.” Ziggly stopped reaching over for the women and glared at Cris.
“You’re back with her, aren’t you?” He punched Cris in the arm hard, “Damn you, Wolf! You were free! I was hoping that damn disaster would have finished her off!”
“Calm your fucking ass down, Zig. I’m not with her.” He rubbed his arm and started to feel crowded as the other females in the room began to eye him. “Let’s go elsewhere and talk, eh?”
“But I paid for these wenches!”
“Well, too bad.” Cris got up and started heading for the exit, avoiding the little green hands reaching out for him.
Ziggly turned to the half-naked women and sighed. “Dammit, Wolf.” He blew them a kiss and stomped his feet as he marched out of the brothel. He saw Cris stretching his arms and back. “This better be good, fucker.”
“Walk with me, jackass.” Together, they talked about the giant wave and Ziggly explained that he had been captured and taken on a slave ship to be sold, but when he arrived to Kalimdor, he broke free and started travelling. He admitted to taking a few funds from the hidden alcove, but he promised to replace them. Upon arriving to Bilgewater Harbor, he felt he was finally home, meeting and greeting several citizens and becoming quite popular with the ladies.
“And that’s how I’ve been living the past few weeks. The life of a king.”
“King of Scum.”
“Hey, but a king, nonetheless. What have you been doing?”
Cris sighed and shook his head. “Rain died.”
Ziggly jumped up and cheered, lifting his hand to hi-five Cris, “You fed her to Davy!” but as soon as Cris glared at him, he sat right back down. “Or not.”
“She was rescued and brought back to life. I really don’t know what’s going on with her…” He had left out the fact that another woman was threatening to go after him because of Rain, but Ziggly didn’t need to know that.
Ziggly frowned and grumbled. “Alright, so if she’s out of the picture, why are you being so celibate?”
“Oh, I’m not.”
“So who is she?”
Cris smiled and gazed out at the sea. “She’s an amazing woman. Independent, self-assured, and beautiful.” Ziggly mocked Cris’ words with widened, fluttery eyes and repeating every word he said. He then stopped and smacked the elf’s head. “What the fuck!”
“Just like all the other ones. You can’t be alone, can you, pussy? You just have to find some wench to baby you, don’t you?”
“Pft, I ain’t babied. It’s just…funny the way things turn out.”
“Whatever. She better be fucking you.”
“She is.”
“Well at least this one got it right.”
“You’ll like her.”
“Why, are you sharing?” The goblin’s eyes brightened with hope as he smiled widely.
“Fuck no.”
“Then the hell I will.” Ziggly shook his head and turned to look at Cris. “It’s not Laerchel, is it?”
“No, it’s not Laerchel.”
“Damn. She I can tolerate.” He lowered his head, “Is she…alive?”
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Cris replied, “I don’t know. I want to go find her, but we need a ship.”
“The Whore’s dead, ain’t she?”
“Quite.”
Ziggly looked around and lowered his voice, “There are several ships around here…but everything belongs to the Horde now. We still anti-Horde?”
“Haven’t we been anti-everything?”
The goblin nodded and jerked his head in the direction of a metallic ship with spikes coming out of it. “There are those kind of ships.”
“Yeah, I didn’t like them.”
“Hm, old fashioned. Okay.” Ziggly rubbed his chin, thinking of what he had seen as he travelled along the shores, while Cris looked back, glancing at the inn up on the hill. The goblin noticed and rolled his eyes. “Oh great…your wench is staying here in town. Look, there were a few Alliance vessels off the coast of Durotar. The assholes are so preoccupied with their war that they have left their ships. You want one of those? The only bad thing is that they’re easy to identify and you’re gonna have trouble with the Horde. However, it might be helpful when treading in Alliance territory.”
Cris thought about the idea for a moment. “No. Tempting, but no.”
“Alright, then we steal from pirates.” Ziggly rubbed his hands together and chuckled. “Southsea dogs are lingering around Fray Island and by that Thousand Needles pool. How hard will it be to take their ship when they’re just sitting around like lazy pirates.” He smirked and elbowed Cris in the ribs.
“Alright. Let’s do it.” He chuckled and shoved Ziggly away.
“Problem is, how do we get there?”
Cris turned to the side and noticed the small tub-looking boat he had visited earlier in the night. “There is a way…” He sighed and shook his head. “May as well introduce you to the newest crew member.” He stood and walked toward the next dock. Ziggly furrowed his brows, showing interest and curiosity. Just as Cris suspected, the female goblin was still working on disassembling her little boat.
“Amy,” he said loud and bluntly. The perky goblin popped her head up, her eyes still hiding behind her red goggles and her hair slightly messy now after working. Ziggly walked up to the boat, dodging an array of ship parts scattered on the dock.
“Captain!” She stood rigid and saluted, causing Cris to roll his eyes and shake his head.
“Zig, this is -- ”
“Amyelle! Amyelle Bizp--”
“Amy is just fine. Zig this is Amy. Amy, this is Ziggly, second in command.”
Ziggly glared at the woman, “And pretty much in charge of the ship.” Cris simply slapped the back of Ziggly’s head. “What!?” He looked back at Amy. “So, what do you do?”
She cleaned her hands on a dirty rag and leaned on her boat. “Anything you need!”
“Sweet, we’ll talk later,” Ziggly wiggled his eyebrows with a giant grin on his face. Amy cocked her head to the side as the goblin jumped up to pat Cris’ back. “You got us a wench who knows how to work with her hands.”
“Be nice.” Cris walked toward the boat. “So, you said you managed to build this…thing in a matter of days, eh?” He knelt to be at Amy’s eye level.
“Yes, sir!”
Cris nodded, “Well…can you rebuild it?” Amy scratched her head and looked at the parts on the dock and back at the boat. “Yeah, but I thought you said we were getting a ship.”
“We are, but we need to get to it first.”
“AH! Yes, sir! I’ll get it done in no time.” She stood at attention again and saluted, making Cris roll his eyes. “Want me to add some turbo chargers?”
Ziggly huffed and shook his head. “Turbo chargers will destroy this thing.”
“Nu-uh. If you balance the…” The two goblins began to chat engineering logistics while Cris sat on the dock with his head in his hands. After a while and bickering, Cris lifted his head.
“ENOUGH!” He stood and glared at both goblins. “You can discuss your bullshit later! Amy, can you get us out to sea by tomorrow?”
“Yes sir!”
“Ziggly, get your shit together. We leave tomorrow.” He turned to Amy and pointed at her, “This is your first test, Amy.”
“I will not fail you! You’ll see!”
“Yeah, yeah…” Cris walked away as Ziggly looked back t the waving goblin.
“You trust her and her… what is that thing?”
“We’ll see. I need to get a gun.”
Ziggly chuckled, “I think I can help you with that.”
“Good. I might need it.” Cris took one more glance behind him as the spunky goblin began to rebuild her little boat.
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