Hemlock returns dragging a tall slightly charred Asparagus with him and Errol swallows, hoping the Asparagus could see enough of himself in the floors. "Get on the bloody ship, Spear." The asparagus makes an abnormal veggie noise, growling and scratching before going still seeing Captain Eggplant's scowl. The Spear straightens up and nods to the Captain who then sweeps his eyes to the tomato.

"This is Errol Brandehwine, th' newes' member o' th' Burnt Yam. Consider 'im a deckhan' an' be sure ta look af'er him. Both o' ya."

"Ugh. Babysitting, Captain?" Captain Eggplant pulls Hemlock aside and mutters something to him. Hemlock glances back at the boy curiously as Errol looks up at the Spear meekly. The Spear leers down at him before shoving him aside and bending down to examine the floors.

"I-I polished the floors, Mr. Spear, sir." The Spear growls at him in response and Errol shrinks from him. The Spear turns his attention back to the floor and he cocks his head, staring. Errol jumps feeling a hand land on his stem. He looks up seeing the orange face of the Carrot staring down at him.

"He's pleased."

"No, sir. He growled at me."

"Get used to it. Spear doesn't speak."

"O-oh."

"Captain wants a word with you. Don't keep him waiting."

"Y-yes, sir." Errol scurries off, glancing back as the Spear continues to stare at the floors, guttural noises spurning from the depths of his soul, almost singing in pleasure. Errol makes it up to the helm as Captain Eggplant grabs the wheel.

"We're goin' now. Las' chance ta stay wi' th' ones ya love."

"No one is left, sir. Not since my mother died."

"Then le's test yer sea legs, Brandehwine." The Captain starts delivering orders and Errol looks around in wonder as the Pear leads them towards the horizon. And so the adventure begins.