Demoman tightly clings onto the wheel of the ship as the wind and rain nearly cause him to tumble and lose control of the ship. The storm was closing in on the island as well as the boat as it rocks back and forth very violently. "Oi! Ain't ya gonna come back in 'ere, mate?!" Sniper practically shouts through the gusts. Demoman looks back, furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head.
"Nah! I'm stickin' onto this lassy until we capsize! This was my dream job, ya know!" Demoman looks back in front of him and looks back at the doorframe of the ship to tell Sniper a story only to see he disappeared into the ship. "Agh! Never mind all ye wusses! I'll stay out here savin' yer butts and ye'll thank me when we come back to shore aliv- OOF!" Something hits the ship, causing a violent enough of a jolt to snap Demoman's grip off of the steering wheel.
"What in the name of-" Demoman backs into a corner to see a looming ship that essentially crashed into the RED boat. Shrapnel nearly detached and flew off the sides of the RED ship if it were to hit the walls slightly harder. "Oi! Lads! We got company!"
Heavy peers out of the doorframe and sees the mysterious, anonymous boat. "Da! We have incoming pirate man!" Demoman looks at him weirdly.
"What are ye talkin' about, Heavy? Can't ya see that-" The boards of the wood sound as someone steps on the ship. Demoman turns around, quickly whisking out his Eyelander he collected to see another Demoman just like him, except he had both eyes and wielded Scottish Skullcutter instead.
"Hey there lad! You think ya have a right invadin' OUR own island, eh?!" he shouts through the storm in an identical accent as the RED Demoman's.
"Ah...no! We don't want trouble alright?" Demoman sheaths his Eyelander and puts his hands up. "We've had enough fightin' for a day..."
"Well, why didn't ya say so, lad? We won't hurt ye! Come, come! We gotta get ye on to shore!" The other Demo was urging the RED Demo to follow him onto the other ship.
"Wait!" The RED Demo holds up his index finger, signaling him to wait. He runs inside the ship to tell the others. "Come on laddies! We got us some safety! Let's ditch this ship for now!" The others were a little hesitant about Demoman's idea.
"Ah...are you sure zhis is not like zhe other enemies we have so lovingly tumbled with today?" Spy asks skeptically, almost certain that the seemingly friendly Demo was a Spy.
"No, we have to go on the island before the storm gets worse!" Demoman urges as he knows that the stranger is probably waiting outside in the rain. Scout holds out his hand as he feels the water streaming out of a leak through the wooden boards above.
"Yeah sure. Maybe there's some sexy pirate chicks there too." Scout slings the bag he always wears and flips his bat in the air, catching it skilfully.
"Alright, everyone. We all know we have to go..." Engineer announces, eliciting a reluctant groan from everyone. "...that is if you don't want to drown in your sleep on this ship!" he snaps, silencing the whiny teammates. They all pick up whatever they left on the ship and shuffle out the door.
"We'll fix zhis zhing, correct?" Medic inquires Engie, who doesn't respond. The German looks at the numerous leaks on the ceiling, more fearful of Archimedes' health. The little dove was hidden within the doctor's lab coat the whole time, flying away for short distances to avoid things such as gunfire and heavy rain. It was only when the Medic bent down to look for Spy's lighter Scout dropped did he notice something within his clothing something was trapped and wanted to be free.
Demoman steps out onto the slick boards outside to meet the stranger. "Ah! I see you got a crew thar!"
"Eh. Just me teammates is all. Now where can we go?" the Demo asks, nearly slipping on the moist wooden floor.
"Follow me!" the other Demo leads RED over to the looming ship they spotted earlier and walked on the island.
Even in the heavy, pouring rain, there weren't too many patches of mud scattered throughout the grassy landscape. It was simply a circle of buildings surrounding a plaza of grassless dirt (which was now mostly mud due to the storm). All of the places around it were neither rocky shores which were at the bottom of deep dropoffs at the island edge or docks. The space in between was grass with a few paths leading to those docks. The overall land area was moderate; a perfect location in the ocean for a rest stop for boats.
"Mphere rr mphe mmphest-mphrooms?" Pyro mumbles, asking their new Demo guide.
"The restrooms are in the saloon, my friend!" the Demo points towards a rickety-looking wooden building. On it was a large sign with "SALOON" in Ye Olde West typeface. Even the building theme, just by looking at it, had a Western look. Pyro grins within his optical mask and dashes for it quickly.
He opens the double doors into the loud bar environment. The way the saloon was set up definitely made it look like a Western building, but the people in it were not. As Pyro (or anyone else, really) would have expected, they were all TF2 clones of some sort; the only difference being are their weapons and cosmetics they were sporting.
Scanning the room, Pyro finally spots the restroom and eagerly runs to it, mumbling "Excuse me" as he bumps into chairs.
"So, where is RED team staying?" Heavy asks anxiously, anticipating a relaxing, quiet bed where he can lay in and think about the recent events.
"There's an inn just across from here. I'm sure they can fit nine of yer teammates. Um, including your Pyro friend," the Demo nods to the saloon, who Pyro has been in for about fifteen minutes.
Pyro was washing his hands and getting ready to leave as he sees someone familiar. He shuts the faucet and takes a good look at him as he talks to a Scout wearing black attire. "Hmm..." Pyro hums within his suit. He raises his finger with an idea and rushes outside of the saloon (after running back and getting his gloves before he forgets) to go find the rest of his team.
"Pyro! Over 'ere!" Pyro looks around the plaza as the double doors behind him close as he spots RED Scout waving both of his arms.
"Hmph! MphI mphff mpheen mmphmphng mphu mphll mphot mpphlieve!" Pyro says to Scout, who raises an eyebrow.
"Well then, let's go tell the rest of the team what you saw." Scout escorts Pyro to a quaint little inn. "Believe me, you are going to have a hard time sleeping with these guys tonight..."
Pyro could already hear his teammates within the room he and Scout were approaching. Scout knocks on the door twice quickly and then knocks again after a delay. "Guys, it's one of us!" Soldier opens the door. "Well hello there, Pyro! We missed you!" he bellows, giving Pyro an artificially soppy bear hug. "Come in!"
Pyro enters the scene. It was one queen sized bed with Engineer lying down sipping a beer. Heavy was looking out the windowsill, contemplating, Spy was smoking against a wall while trying to shake off Scout's argument that tiramisu isn't the best cake in the world, Sniper was ranting about how the coffee machine was broken, Soldier was yelling at Heavy for being an "emotionally consumed, Communist loafer", Medic was cleaning Archimedes while singing a German lullaby and Demoman stacked a bunch of pillows on his head to try to block out the noise.
Scout's blank face looks at his team's environment and sighs. "I kinda don't want to come in anymore."
Yup! It's 11:07 where I'm at right now quickly trying to finish up this chapter. Okay gtg eat bread pl0x dont be a scrub eat doritos drink mtn dew byegn
Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy
