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“Captain! Is the captain onboard this ship?” The Sin’dorei tapped the side of the ship with a staff. He stepped back and waited with a Draenei dressed in the similar uniform as the elf.
“If no one responds, we’ll take it. This ship’s been docked here for weeks now,” the blue-skinned draenei said in a deepened voice. The elf tapped the side of the ship again, calling out for the captain once more.
The tapping along the outside of the ship sounded like muffled pounding to the goblin in the captain’s cabin, who shifted on the comfort of the down mattress. His arms held tightly to one of the down pillows will he nestled his head on the other pillow. The pounding this time around woke him up. His groggy eyes opened slowly and he stretched at his own leisure. As pounding increased, he grumble, “That better not be fucking Amy at this time of the morning.” He slid off the bed and exited the cabin, walking toward the side of the ship. He stretched his arms and yawned widely, followed by him scratching his bare green chest and his butt over his brown trousers. He looked down at the dock and narrowed his eyes, “Yeah, what ya want?”
“Are you the captain of this ship?” the elf called out.
Ziggly stared at the elf as he carefully thought about his response. If I say yes, and they tell me I have a fine ship, I might get noticed as a captain. That will mean more ass for me when I head into the towns. On the other hand, if I say no, I might be saving my own ass if it’s bad news. Then Cris can get his ass beaten by these peacocks.
“What’s it to ya?” Ziggly grinned and nodded as he shouted off the ship.
The Draenei shook his head and sighed. “We’re from the SSO. Your ship has been docked here for too long. If the proper fees are not paid by today, we will claim your ship.”
Ziggly lifted an eyebrow. “SS—what?”
“Shattered Sun Offensive?”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure thing! I’m right on it.” Ziggly turned around and began to head toward the cabin when the elf noticeably cleared his throat. The goblin stopped and grumbled as he headed back to the side of the ship. “What now?”
“The payment?”
“Yeah, yeah. Check’s in the mail.”
The elf and the draenei shared a glance before the draenei spoke, “You have until sundown. Good day, sir.” The two officers walked away and Ziggly waved with a toothy grin on his face. As soon as they were out of sight, the goblin turned around and growled.
“Fucking guard…” Ziggly struck the side of the cabin with a closed fist. “Fucking Cris.” Swiftly, he entered the cabin and grabbed the first shirt he found, clean or not. Once he was dressed, he dug through Cris’ desk and found parchment and a writing too. “How can I get that pussy over here quickly?” He leaned back on the desk chair, thinking hard for a moment. “We’re going to lose this fucking ship just like he lost his head…” Ziggly stopped and grinned. “Head…that’s how I’ll get him here.” The writing tool sprawled across the parchment immediately.
Hey dumbass,
I have good news and bad news. The good makes absolutely no sense without the bad news, so here goes: Tia needs to urgently speak to you about the you-know-what at the you-know where. So hurry your ass up.
Z
Using his skill to meld with the shadows, Ziggly snuck off the ship and acquired a dragonhawk to Silvermoon City, where he sought out a mage to not only find Cris, but deliver the message urgently. Once the mage left, Ziggly looked around the elf city and rubbed his small green hands.
“Time for a drink and then time to scope out the merchandise,” he said as he stared at a female elf passing by.
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