Slight warning for alcohol references and use
"Fawful has the boredom." The former Beanbean pouted, resting his head on a barrel-table in the storage room. He wasn't aloud to tinker with anything anymore due to it always circling back to something for the ship. He had made another rocket engine in an attempt to make a coffee maker, a self-folding sail while making his bed, and his personal favorite; an auto-sailing mechanism while trying to make an alarm clock.
The trio had been sailing for quite some time; at least a few days had passed and no land for miles according to the maps. Peasley had finally convinced Popple to let him sail for the time being, so the thief was now scanning the staorage room for anything worth while, darting from one chest to another and picking the locks. The ship was a decent size, but Popple was still getting a little restless and needed something to do before going stir-crazy.
Fawful didn't really notice or care, only fidgeting with a loose plank in the table. "The boredom is like the plain muffin." he sluggishly lifted himself off the table to rest his head in his hand, "Did the thief of shadow's find anything consuming time worthy?"
"No." Popple kicked one of the lower crates in frustration after his lock pick broke. The box he kicked cracked open. He kneeled down and fully opened it to get a better look. "Scratch that. Jackpot!"
The robot leaned forward to see around a joist, and saw the thief holding a bottle of Chuckola Cola. He turned to Fawful and pointed in awe at the beverage. "You know dis was here?!"
Fawful shook his head, but Instead of waiting for a verbal reply, Popple upended the bottle and drank half of it without a breath.
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"Was that action even legal?"
"Probably not," Popple shrugged, "but I haven't had anythin good ta drink since we left." He finished the cola and rummaged threw the rest of the stash. "Get a load a this! I keep forgettin this is a royal ship; they got the expensive stuff 'ere, see!" There was gold tissue paper at the bottom of the box, separating the six pristine bottles evenly so they wouldn't rattle with the boat. There was also a similar crate behind the first one also containing the same setup. The thief turned to Fawful, opening another bottle, "bet ya five coins I could drink all these before sunset."
The cyborg tilted his head, "'Bet'? What is this 'bet'? Fawful does not understand this. The thief needs the money in making poorest of choices?"
"No, ya oaf. It's just something ya say." Popple adjusted the back crate to where it was before and picked up the first one. "If ya say the bets golden, then you give me five coins if I empty the whole crate ere', see. Otherwise I give you five coins." He slowly began walking towards the exit, "Makin' sense?"
"Fawful still does not understand why the thief of shadows would wager something as pointless as this. It is like asking for the milk and sourdough and not the cookies. Has the cola-addicted thief truly sank to the boring rock of bottom?" Fawful asked as the two entered the ships sleeping quarters.
The thief set the crate on his nightstand, he turned back to Fawful, "You kid, are the definition of unfun." He finished yet another bottle and threw it in the crate.
"That is not the real word., Fink-rat!" Fawful yelled back, fist in the air, "But The thief's 'bet' is the on!"
An odd knocking sound came from above. Peasley was kicking the deck to get the duo's attention below, "Guys, get up here. There's a bit of a problem." The prince called and some turbulence soon fallowed.
Fawful immediately sprang out of the room to the deck, eger to help and stop his boredom while Popple grabbed two more bottles and followed.
Peasley was checking his several charts and maps scattered around the wheel and lectern. "I don't understand." He mumbled, tripple checking the paper in his hand, "I triangulated our position several times."
"Why's the anchor down?" Popple asked after looking overboard as to why Peasley had called them up. There didn't seem to be any problem or damage to the ship, so the thief thought about going back inside, or taking the wheel back from the prince.
Fawful hopped up the stairs, taking a sea chart that was on the floor. He tilted his head curiously at it, he didn't see a obvious problem either, "so what is the complication, Prince of mediocre sailing?
The bean was to concerned with the situation to even notice the small jab, "I thought I had our boats' position plotted to the letter, but all the cartography thats here says there shouldn't be anything around this area. And I don't know what I did wrong!" He took a second to put the papers in a nice neat pile on the lectern before continuing. "I just don't know what the heck THAT is!" Peasley gestured to the left of the vessel as Popple and Fawful turned to see.
Sticking out of the water, just meters away from the ship, was part of a massive island. It's tall stone base towering over the ship as it's vegetation draped over the stone like a waterfall. Its shadow was hunched over half of the ship as its trees swayed with the ocean chill. All the crew could see atop the land was a huge Mountain base and the small forest beside it, which was right above them.
Fawful looked up at the structure, "Wow. Difficult to believe we missed that."
The thief took a final swig of the soda and went up the stairs after staring at the island for a bit longer. "Hold on, Ya don't think this is where my treasure map you took shows, do ya?" He asked Peasley.
"Not likely. Rougeport didn't have any volcanos when I checked," The prince took out the weathered map and looked at it with concern, "Although, it does read that there's an island close to Rougeport, but It doesn't indicate a scale on this map since it's so old-" he trailed off as he noticed Fawful using his robot claw to hook onto the ship and trying to grab the islands' vegetation. Unfortunately, his arm was just short of the dangling leaves and vines.
Peasley continued, examining the picture on the map, "I mean, this island does have palm trees, and the island on the map has palm trees as well but that's not really-"
"So we made it!" Popple cheered, "Dis place is bound ta have some treasure or loot or something valuable, see!"
The prince looked up, unsure if he was being serious, "how could you possibly know if there's treasure here? We could be nowhere near Rougport! For all you know that entire island could be an unexplored jungle, never touched by anyone, ever."
Popple dismissed his idea, "Oh please, dis place is definitely the island next to the treasure-hoardin' legend, Rougeport, see! If it ain't got any loot it's either cursed or home to a skeleton pirate ghost that has four arms or somethin'."
Fawful maneuvered upside down in front of Popple holding a rather large Palm tree leaf, "how does the fink-rat thief know it is not the cursed?"
"The Shadow Thief's intuition never lies! He said proudly, "Dis place'll have so much treasure we won't even need ta go to Rougport, just you wait." The Beanish finished his other Chuckola Cola and dashed down the steps to below deck.
Prince Peasley returned the map to his hammer space as Fawful appeared beside him, still upside down and clutching the palm leaf like it was a precious find, "I see the thief found the Cola-" the prince sighed.
"Correct."
On top of this mysterious island and not knowing where their ship was at, Peasley was beginning to form a headache just thinking about the trouble a drunk Beanish prone to anger issues would cause. He was about to raise the anchor and sail around to find a lower area in the island, but before he could Popple sprang out of the door with yet another bottle and a grappling hook, aiming almost directly up and at a drooping tree. "GANGWAY." The hook launched out and wrapped around the tree, as the thief flew up and onto the island, carelessly tossing his grappling hook back down onto the ship.
Fawful quickly threw his palm leaf aside, using his mechanical claw to just barely reach the same tree and pull himself up. The cyborg looked down at the Prince from his perch on the tree trunk as he kicked his legs excitedly, "Does the Prince of peas need the lift?" He asked.
"That won't be necessary." Peasley did a quick scan of the ship to make sure everything was either put inside or accounted for, before locking the main door and using the grappling hook just as the thief did. He flawlessly made it up beside Fawful before attaching the device beside his lance on his belt. "Now, where did that rogue run off to?"