I more or less arived at one of the small islands contained withing, where an inprovised party was underway, with some familiar faces, and some new ones, I met the squaintance of a Mr. Pertwee.
A fox like myself, but of the more reddish variety. After I managed a few photos, Mr. Pertwee asked me to dance, having never watlzed before and wearing large-ish boots, I was worried on stepping on toes, but he turned out to be just as bad a dancer as i was. And maybe it was a glitch in the danceballs, or our awful dance skills combined, but we began spinning uncontrollably. As we spun like a canine tornado, the friction on the ground caused a fire to break out, possibly the action of spinning creating air resistance around us is what kept the flames from reducing us to ashes, but eventually we were able to slow down a bit. A breif trip to Vic City to show off my temporarily improvised workshop, and the flightpack MK. II, and a trip to Mayfair for him to show off his hats and capes, it seemed the exertions of the day caused my engine to crash, and would not turn back on for a few hours.
Once I was finally able to logg back on, I took out my sailboat for the first time, and after a few crashes into the same house on the shoreline of Matfair, finally moored at another of the small, as yet unnamed islands. Where, after inviting Gnarli to come along in exploring, I met the aquaintance of and Admiral Sin, and a Dr. Figaro. The admiral didn't stay for very long, but the good Doctor showed us her Junk, a ship of oriental make. and gave us a short demo of the Red Cross's new Hoppers. We went for a sail in her junk, when Gnarli seemed to have a flashback to a former life as Blackbeard and taking his own ship, fired his cannons on us, miraculously, they all missed, though I think his own ship sank under it's own power, as he returned to the island on a makeshift raft. Riding around Caledon on Gnarli's raft, was decided to head to Lock Averie to see if we can spot Nessie, after much floating about searching, we saw over the distance, a large shape raise over the water, we followed the creature a bit before it finally submerged and was lost. At this point, falling asleep on the rough planks, I said my goodbyes and headed home and slept.
the SeaFox Sails
Landfall
the good Dcotor's junk
nope, no damage from cannons here
my part-time job as a figure head
Huck Finn, eat your heart out
the Legendary Lock Avery Monster, best photo I could get, all the others
resembled a man in a monkey suit making a rude gesture at us
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