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LeveL 10 – Start

Bowser awoke the next day – he assumed it was the next day as the sun beat down on him – in pain and groggy. He just lay on his side thinking about whether or not to chance the pain. He drew a deep breath and rolled onto his stomach, tender. The pain was as it was the previous day. He got up in time to see the sun on the horizon.

"About time you woke up ya big lug. Thought we was gonna have to send for a doctor when we hit port." A passing sailor said.

"Yeah, and we weren't about to foot the bill either," said another.

The sailors laughed, more out of gratefulness than any spite. The previous night was spent doctoring their hero as best they could. The sailor carried on without stopping though, their job was never done and all that.

Bowser got to a sitting position and snorted, "You're welcome." He lumbered himself up to his feet fighting for his balance somewhat. His head felt foggy and he seemed a bit woozy. "Woah, what did you give me?"

"The best damn medicine we could find." Came Bobbery's voice above him. "Of course it wasn't much so when just used a lot of alcohol. You may be suffering from a hangover."

Bowser craned his neck and blocked off the sun from his eyes. "Well did I survive?"

"We haven't made port yet, we may still get lucky." Bobbery just shook his head a little before turning around to his cabin. "I'm not ungrateful Bowser, but you don't seem the type to accept heartfelt thanks."

"Oh I'll accept thanks, with a reward if possible. I also accept money, items, lifetime loyalty, and unending obedience. What? No dice?" Bobbery didn't say a word, even as he closed the door to his room. "I'll take a thank you then!" Bowser yelled.

After a few seconds it was clear he wasn't about to get it. He decided the best thing to do was limber up a bit. He didn't want to be sluggish when they reached Rogueport. He wondered just how much longer it would be. He seen one of the sailors swabbing the deck and ask him.

"Hey! How much longer?" Bowser semi-yelled.

"Till what?" Asked the sailor.

"Till we hit Rogueport."

"A few hours."

"A few hours? I thought bobbery said we'd reach it this evening."

The sailor chuckled, "You do know what time it is right?

"No, what?"

"It's already six..."

"In the morn-"

"Evening"

How long had he slept? That was the thought running through his mind now. He'd slept right past the morning and afternoon. But wait...

"If we were supposed to get there this evening," He looked towards the bow. "Why can't I see anything?"

"The cap'n's rescue set our plans back a bit. We'll get there at night which is the best time to arrive."

"Night huh? So I'm good for a few more hours?" Bowser thought a bit more sleep would do him well.

"I hope you're not thinkin' about getting some more sleep. In fact, don't even think about it. I'm not gonna move your fat shell to swab the deck." He didn't wait for any comeback as he went back to work.

"Hey!" Bowser held out a hand, but he let it drop. "Too tired to argue." And that was that.

Bowser thought about how the time was passing much quicker than he thought. Almost three days ago it seemed like this little adventure would take forever. Now he only had a few short hours left before he reached his destination. He decided to go on the upper deck for a view.

When Bowser got to the top he took in a great breath. Sea air, it wasn't that bad. He liked it, he liked the water, and he liked the sailing. But his fascination would have to wait for another day. He ran through what would happen once he got into port. His thoughts didn't run quite so positively. Hopefully just a few hours to find Frankly, then he could be on his way to the next bit of the world.

The time passed quickly as his thoughts wandered about globetrotting. Soon the bright blue sky was replaced by an orange. Then that orange turned back to a dark blue with speckles of light for all the world to see. As Bowser's attention shifted from his thoughts to the brilliant night sky a sailor yelled for him.

"HEY! Get your stuff ready if you have any. We're about to go into to port." The koopa sailor yelled.

But Bowser never took his eyes off the sky. He just waved the sailor on. Within half an hour they were docked and the mission at hand came back to him almost immediately. Bowser took a deep breath and started down the stairs to continue his journey. He wasn't even close to the ramp when Bobbery called for him.

"Bowser, a word?" Bobbery waited outside his door.

"What is it?" Bowser asked.

"One of my sailors came to me after you inspected the engine. Said something about your minions being able to help my engine?"

"So first you blow up on me for ridiculing your work and now you want my troopas' help with making it better?"

Bobbery just stared then, "Yes,"

"Alright, got pen and paper?"

"Wait, just like that?" Bobbery sounded concerned

"Oh yeah. Besides, when it's time for me to make my return trip back to the Mushroom Kingdom I will be expecting a free ride and all that."

"Ah, I was wondering why you seemed so generous. Follow me; I have some stationary in my quarters."

Bowser was handed some paper and a pen and began writing a letter to his advisor, Kammy. It was fairly lengthy and he signed it as eloquently as possible. He made a quick once over for neatness and then slid the finished product over to Bobbery.

"Now just hand this to Kammy when you get back," Bowser told him, "And my engineering corps will get to work on it. It may take them a day to finish so be sure to plan for some downtime."

"Thank you Bowser," Bobbery's eyes showed a softness but for a second. Then it was back to all business. "See you next time then."

Bowser let a smile appear on his face, "Yeah, next time." He left Bobbery to his work, though he doubted there was much to do with his sailors clearing the ship. He exited off the ramp

In Rogueport at last, Bowser thought. Now all he had to do was find Frankly and he could get back to what he set out to do. Not knowing where he was heading, or even who would know where to look he took his first steps onto dry land for his real adventure.