How does your kalon convince Thatcher to give you one of his diamonds for an engine part?
Convince, huh? That sounded like a lot of work. Sycamore sighed. So close, yet so far. The ship would be fixed soon but of course there had to be one more bump in the road that required them all to pitch in. Were these people forgetting that they were paying customers who had put their hard-earned cash into tickets for this cruise? But for some reason the employees were acting like nothing was up while she and the rest of the passengers scurried around like mice looking for solutions to all of these crazy problems that were cropping up out of nowhere.
It didn't take her long to find Thatcher, his steampunk goggles were kind of a dead giveaway. She had to admit they were a look, although she wasn't sure it was a look anyone here could really pull of.
Sycamore observed him from a ways away for a bit, watching as he muttered to himself and moved about all sorts of shimmering, shiny gems. But only a diamond would do to fix the boat, at least according to Shark. So a diamond it would be - she didn't really feel like doing this mission more than once, after all, and didn't think she'd get away with that either.
"Just a diamond, then I can go home." She reassured herself.
Having his movements all but memorized, Sycamore waited for the perfect opening. Thatcher circled his bounty once, twice - then turned away to walk towards the shrine they were building to some strange crab god she was certain did not actually exist. It was probably all a trap to build him a really nice house or something. But that didn't matter now, this was her shot.
With purpose in her steps, Sycamore strode forward swiftly. One step, two step, as long as she could make them. She'd reached the pile within about five quick strides. "Diamond, diamond," She murmured in panic as she realized the clear, shimmering gem she'd had her eyes on had been buried beneath several others that were clearly more colorful and glittering than what she needed to take back to Shark. Her paws dug in a flurry. The pile fell apart, and there in the midst, she saw her prize and snatched it up just as she saw Thatcher turn around and spot her standing in the midst of his treasure.
"Uh, hey!" His voice rang out, but Sycamore was already running with her diamond firmly clenched in one paw.
For some reason he didn't chase her, and she was glad for that. Maybe he knew she was taking it for a good purpose, or maybe he had so many gems that he didn't care if one slipped away from him. Either way, she was home free before she knew it.
Panting, she dropped the rather heavy stone at Shark's feet. "Fix the boat, please. I'm ready to go home."
Convince, huh? That sounded like a lot of work. Sycamore sighed. So close, yet so far. The ship would be fixed soon but of course there had to be one more bump in the road that required them all to pitch in. Were these people forgetting that they were paying customers who had put their hard-earned cash into tickets for this cruise? But for some reason the employees were acting like nothing was up while she and the rest of the passengers scurried around like mice looking for solutions to all of these crazy problems that were cropping up out of nowhere.
It didn't take her long to find Thatcher, his steampunk goggles were kind of a dead giveaway. She had to admit they were a look, although she wasn't sure it was a look anyone here could really pull of.
Sycamore observed him from a ways away for a bit, watching as he muttered to himself and moved about all sorts of shimmering, shiny gems. But only a diamond would do to fix the boat, at least according to Shark. So a diamond it would be - she didn't really feel like doing this mission more than once, after all, and didn't think she'd get away with that either.
"Just a diamond, then I can go home." She reassured herself.
Having his movements all but memorized, Sycamore waited for the perfect opening. Thatcher circled his bounty once, twice - then turned away to walk towards the shrine they were building to some strange crab god she was certain did not actually exist. It was probably all a trap to build him a really nice house or something. But that didn't matter now, this was her shot.
With purpose in her steps, Sycamore strode forward swiftly. One step, two step, as long as she could make them. She'd reached the pile within about five quick strides. "Diamond, diamond," She murmured in panic as she realized the clear, shimmering gem she'd had her eyes on had been buried beneath several others that were clearly more colorful and glittering than what she needed to take back to Shark. Her paws dug in a flurry. The pile fell apart, and there in the midst, she saw her prize and snatched it up just as she saw Thatcher turn around and spot her standing in the midst of his treasure.
"Uh, hey!" His voice rang out, but Sycamore was already running with her diamond firmly clenched in one paw.
For some reason he didn't chase her, and she was glad for that. Maybe he knew she was taking it for a good purpose, or maybe he had so many gems that he didn't care if one slipped away from him. Either way, she was home free before she knew it.
Panting, she dropped the rather heavy stone at Shark's feet. "Fix the boat, please. I'm ready to go home."



















