>>12540100The tie was randomized.And so, our investigation was beginning to wind down, the day was closing and night was beginning to overtake the ocean. Actually, given the circumstances of this case, the night scenario might just make it better.
But just before we could continue, Mantine turned to us, "Hm, it's getting late. I'm sorry Wobbunoir, Quagson, but I have some duties of my own to attend to before the next day arrives. Let's try to meet up when the ship docks, alright?"
I gave him a tip of the old fedora, "Definitely. We'll see you at Glavacados."
Mantine hovered off, Quags gave him a wave, "See ya! Have a good night sleep!"
Mid door-opening, he turned around, "I wish. I have to study the Cylinduava some more, and I have a feeling it's going to take the entire night. Thank you regardless!"
>Mantine left the party..What a guy, and to think a great person like him is going to kick the bucket soon. Damn. I never really did repay the debt I owed him for all those years ago.
I should get to doing that someday. Like Quags' paycheck extension, it's something that just lies there, I keep telling myself I'll do it, but EHHHHH..
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I'm a douche.
"And then there was two.." said Quags. The two of us decided to start out our night watch by talking to Captain Swalot, who was still pacing around the room in an orderly manner. He needed case help, and we were going to be the ones to give it to him.
Even though the captain's coat was literally threatening to malfunction, the guy was no idiot. Even though I don't know why he gets to be captain given the fact that he doesn't *actually* pilot, but whatever works. Someone has to hold the title, right?
I guess robots just don't cut it.
"Excuse me, Captain Swalot!" I said, saluting to him in a sailor-like manner, (which for me just meant "typical Wobbuffet pose".) might calm him down.
It didn't.
