On the waterfront of Clint City, the best joint for tasty shark kebabs is the Sharky Burger…
I swear, man… {hiccup}… Th-those were pirates. Ah… Ah saw them’s hooksh and eyepatsches, I tell you… Burp!
Treasure Hunt Sure… Don’t worry, that’s just because the ninjas had their day off…
… and if you can tell the difference between land-lovers and old seadogs, between frauds and bona fide adventure-seekers…
That stewed swordfish ain’t flyin’ to table 14 by itself, son!
I know, Mom!
… it can also be a good place to discuss smuggling.
So, my friend, let’s move on to serious business, shall we?
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That’s right. Serious business.
Seriously, where’s my order?!!
hawkins!!
mmm.
You don’t want to play games with us, Mr. Smokey…
No I don’t. I’m not into “games” with other fellas…
Here it is, sirs! ... Two lobsters thermidor!
Not in plain view!
Oops.
First we must make sure the map is genuine.
Of course it is! Look…
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?! Enough!
Right…
c cliic How much?
Now you step on it, son, or I’ll throw you in the pot with the lobsters!
How much? … Well, how much are you carrying?
I… I’m stepping on it, Mom.
10.000 gold Clintz.
Take it or leave it.
gah. With this you can settle down and afford as much rum as your liver’ll let you drink.
Gee, when it comes to business, you’re a tough bunch…
Shortly afterwards…
Gosh, all that money… If only I could find treasure, the folks’d be crazy with joy!
Right on! I knew we would come to an agreement!
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Gadzooks! Just what the doctor ordered!
A map!
c cliic
All right, I’ve memorized every bit.
You come back, you son of a lousy cook!
Enough, already… I’ve got a date with destiny!
crash
Duh?
The gold clintz are mine!
CHHBAMMM
Ou-ouch!!
That waiter kid… He was spying on us!
The waiter kid who served you lobsters? Nope. Not me.
Er…
oops!
To be continued!