Whats that you say? You want a taster of Wink 2? Well, seeing as its you... Marty leaned over to where Timbers was sat, engaged in a heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors with his first mate, apparently for a handful of shiny buttons. Timbers, isnt it a little strange that there doesnt seem to be any..bedlam occurring? The little captain glanced up with his one good eye, halfway through delivering a devastating paper attack on his opponent. I mean, if youre here, it stands to reason something is amiss. Where are the..you know? Marty reached up to his nose and mimed a honking squeeze, drawing a shiver from the captain. Aint seen any. Timbers shrugged, halting the shudder, mid shud. Marty was unconvinced. Theyll be here. he muttered, shaking his head. If youre here, theyll be around somewhere, lurking, sneaking, cavorting. Where are the screams? The carnage? The explosions? Somewhere below them, a rippling boom helpfully answered Martys query, and four faces peered over the bough. A plume of aforementioned orangey yellow carnage erupted from one of the streets beneath, drawing gasps from the lifeboats passengers (even the ones who secretly loved exploding things). Whipstaff shot a glance at Marty, before drawing his attention skyward. Where are the pies and buxom ladyfolk? he shouted, clearly wishing that some magic still hung in the air. Oaf peered hopefully into the heavens, his hands held out in anticipation, but neither pastry nor wench was forthcoming.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 13:39:00 +0000
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