It was decided between the three of us the next courses of action. We would go buy new clothes for the travel time, catch the 7:30 bus out of the city and ride it until we reached Belize, there we would meet Snoop Dogg and the rest of the group, board the cruise ship we had booked, and be on our merry way back to Essex.
It was currently 5:00 and so we went back to the sub and pillaged it, taking whatever might be worth something.
"'Ey Muds!" 2D called from the docks.
"Wot do ya wan' Face-Ache?" Murdoc replied from the sub, he had been searching for money with me in the sub.
"Fere's a guy 'ere who wonts to buy the sub." He yelled back. Murdoc stood up and crawled out of the hole. I followed, poking my head out.
A giant bulking sailor was standing next to the two Brits, haggling over a decent price. He caught my eye and smiled, revealing his broken, brown teeth. I shivered. "Es la chica incluido en la negociación?" He asked, smiling down at the bassist.
"No, ahora la mente de su propio negocio maldito. Usted quería que el submarine, que obtendrá el submarine con sangre." Murdoc replied hotly. The man stopped smiling and glared down at the Satanist.
"Erm, 'ow much do yew 'ave?" 2D asked the giant. The man peered down at the blue haired singer.
"Danos todo lo que tiene uno que." Murdoc translated fiercley. I didn't pay attention as more angry words were exchanged. Though eventually the man, scowling, reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills.
Murdoc smiled and turned to me. "Ge' ou' of the sub Noods, it's 'is now." He said, a smug look on his face. I hopped out and as soon as the sailor disappeared inside the bassist took both of us by our arms and began dragging us away.
"Wot're yew doin' Muds?" 2D protested.
"Leaving before 'e figures out 'is wallet is gone." He said lowly. I rolled my eyes as we hurriedly immersed ourselves into the crowds, ignoring the sailor's cries of anger.