You carefully eye the grimy-looking Rakash pirate.

You say to the pirate, "Ya know, you're really messing things up for me."

The pirate continues to keep a close watch over the scattered wares, barely noticing your belly-aching.

The pirate leans over and says to you, "Why dun ya go play yer fiddle or somthin' ey? Let me work."

You growl.

You say firmly, "You jes watch your back come the end of this little festival. There ain't enough room for two of us..."

The grimy-looking pirate laughs right in your face, how rude!

The pirate asks coyly,"Is dat so, kid?"

Frustration wells up within you, you stammer a response to the insulting question but fail to make a complete sentence.

The pirate says, "If'n ye attack me, ye kin bet you won't be gettin' dis book back..."

The grimy-looking Rakash smirks as he shows you a seaworn journal titled "A Pirates Life" across the cover.

You blink.

You begin to nervously ask, "Where...?"

The Rakash pirate interrupts your question, "Ye play nice and mebbe I can play nice too. We got a deal?"

You glare at the pirate for moment before nodding in agreement.

The Rakash pirate says, "Good, now scram! I gots money ta make!"

>To be continued?

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Aww, but it's so cute. You don't really want to bother it, do you?