Bonju sighed, looking at his new kitchen. Every 30 minutes something bad happend, either the spice rack fell over, or the cupboard door would give way and spill pots everywhere. And he acctually had it timed! Sure enough, at 7:43 the wall sprang a leak. And just as soon as he cleaned that up, 6:13 rolled around, at which point the tables legs decided they didn't like standing up and gave way.
Now it was 9:42, and Bonju was ready to throw in the towel. And maybe dive overboard to retain his sanity.
At 9:43, the chair Bonju was sitting on decided to follow in the tables foot steps.
At 9:44, Bonju cursed every living thing in existance and then some.
At 9:45, Bonju stomped down the stairs to his cabin.
At 9:46, several crew mates collected money for their bets.
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"Bonju!"
Shumi let out a sigh, it had been almost five days and they were still looking for their chef. They overturned every single thing in the store room looking for the Blumaroo, searched every crevass of the rest of the ship, then kentari found the open porthole beside one of his now ruined blade. At first the crew thought he found a dead body or a giant seamonster by the way he was screaming about it. Appearantly, Bonju had dulled the blade.
"Bonju!"
Two massive searches in one month was too much, the entire crew was drained from the effort. But Tuan wouldn't let them just give up and leave the Blumaroo for dead.
"Bonju!"
Of course, flying out over the ocean yelling "Bonju!" was like looking for a needle in a giant haystack. What were the odds Bonju would hear any of them? A thousand to one? What were the odds he was even alive to hear them to begin with? .0000003?
"Bonju!"
They didn't even know where he jumped off, if he even jumped. It was another mystery the crew was too exausted to solve. But still, would Tuan let them quit? Nope. So know he was out here yelling for someone he was sure was dead.
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He didn't even want to get out of bed, he knew what awaited him in the kitchen. A mess the size of the grand canyon. And he knew it was just sitting there. Waiting.
Groaning, at 6:05 he managed to get out of bed. After getting dressed, he made his dreary walk to the kitchen. Opening the door, he wasn't surprized by the mess. Pulling his hat down over his face, he screamed into it.
"Why does it keep doing this?!?! Why?!?!?"
"Would you like an answer to that, or are you just venting?"
Turning sharply, Bonju cought sight of the unwelcome visitor. It was the blue Wocky from before. Sonya.
"I'd like an answer." He muttered, staring at the mess of a kitchen.
"Then I'll give you one, but it's up to you wether you believe it or not."
"Oookay." It was clear Bonju was prepared for the ramblings of a mad woman.
"Long ago, in a port off the side of mystery island, a ship was built by a wealthy young lad called Oliver. He poured almost every cent he owned into it's construction, and when it was finished, he named it Nights Travel."
"Wait," Bonju glared at Sonya. "I thought you were going to tell me about the Gold, not some random ship."
"I am. The ships second owner renamed it, bad luck they say..."
"So, that makes this ship the Nights travel? This ship just keeps getting weirder..."
"Anyhow, the rich boy who owned the ship had had it built for a reason. An old drunk sailor had given Oliver a map as payment for lossing a poker game, as the sailor had no money to pay in cash, but assured the lad of mountains of gold that lay at the end of the map. Said he could find any treasure he desired.
The minute the ship was finished and stocked, Oliver hired a crew to sail it. At the break of dawn, the Nights Travel sailed out of port and beyond the horizon. Being born wealthy, Oliver had no idea of the hardships of the sea, making the trip long, hard and miserable for him and all who had to be around him. Most of the time, it was the first mate, who was begining to develope a strong hatred for the boy.
Stopping at a port along the way to stock up supplies, Oliver went streight to the nearest pub to order the strongest whiskey and drink his woes away. While there, he met up with a strange robe-clad woman. She was a stranger to the port, having come in from a terror mountain merchant ship. Being so drunk, Oliver hardly noticed how everyone around tried to avoid her. After a few more drinks, she asked for passage on his ship and he granted it.
It wasn't long after that, that the woman revealed her true identity as a magic user to the ship. She grated on every one of the crews nerves, excluding the lovesick Olivers. The first mate was reaching his breaking point as he watch more and more of his authority over the ship dwindle, and hers grew.
Then, the breaking point was reached. Oliver ordered the first mate to step down, and for the witch to take his place. It was full blown mutiny when the news was delivered, the crew attacked Oliver and her, tying them to an unchained anchor and sending them to there end at the bottom of the sea.
The crew had overlooked one factor however. The woman was a powerfull witch, and in her dying breath, she cursed the ship, the first mate, and any living soul that ever boarded the ship. Unfortunatly, none heard her utter a single spell, nor did they know of the danger they were in until it was too late."
"Wow." Bonju was wide-eyed. "I can't believe I sat through that. Could you have made the story any longer?"
"Would you like to find out?" Sonya threatened.
"No."
"Any more questions, Curiousity?"
"Yeah, can I still cook breakfast on this ship? Or are ashed going to fly out of the stove and kill me?"
"Ha!" Sonya laughed. "Really, I wouldn't doubt it. No one's very lucky aboard this ship."
The Wocky got ready to leave, but Bonju stopped her.
"I have one more question, why does all the bad luck always happen at 13 or 43 minutes past the hour?"
"You'll just have to find that out for yourself." Smiling, Sonya left the kitchen, leaving a confused Blumaroo behind.
"13, 43?"