Episode 6: Marty, Part Two
Even as several of the booths and stands were starting to pack up for the day, the crowds were still present. Most likely trying to strike a few last-minute deals in hopes of prices being lower. No wonder the little thief would do his work at this time of the day…
“Okay, spread out and keep your eyes open for a boy about ten years old.” Garin said to the crew. “But don’t frighten him. Remember, he’s stealing to survive, not to be a menace.”
“Does it still count if he’s leaving behind things to pay?” Talak asked.
“In my book, no. But if he ticks off the wrong person once too often it could end badly. Which is why we need to find him first.” Garin replied.
“Whistle if you find him.” Jacques said as the group split up. He turned his attention to the booths and stalls, and the crowds around them. He was so used to being a thief himself that he had a rough idea of how to blend in with the crowd in order to m
Episode 6: Marty, Part One
Early morning, light was just beginning to creep over the horizon and the crest of the hillsides of Tartaruga. Betsy woke to the first rays of sunshine creeping in through the window above her and her husband’s bed. She lifted her head from Victor’s chest gently, smiling up at her husband’s face before looking across him to the large cradle beside their bed that contained their three little ones.
The triplets enjoyed sleeping together, so three separate cradles was out of the question, but there was also the issue of the girls being Krawks; their teeth grew in quicker than most Neopian species, and as such they had a tendency to chew, especially in their sleep. That posed a slight peril to not only each other but to themselves, so Betsy and Victor settled on a large, specially designed cradle that had small, wooden dividers to set between each babe, but with slots that allowed them to see one another. The dividers could be removed at any time, so the triplets could cu
Episode 5: The Inauguration
“Forts always gimme the willies. I don’t know why I’m even considering sleeping in one!” Sean grumbled, setting his pack on a bunk he picked out against the wall.
“Aye, I know what you mean…” Bill agreed, then scowled as Jim climbed onto a bunk over his head just as he was about to climb up himself. “Oi! I called that one!”
“You’ve got wings, you can be high up whenever ya like! Let a few of us have a chance every now and again, aye?” Jim said, sneering down at his shipmate, but that sneer vanished when Bill grabbed him by his sleeve and tried to yank him down. He threw a light punch, which cost him his grip on the mattress and sent them both tumbling to the floor.
“Break it up, you two.” Jacques said, rolling his eyes as the two grappled on the floor like play wrestling children. “We need our wits about us. Don’t forget we’re here to help with patrols and the like!”