"Deadly," Siobhan replied, her smile matching the light of dying star. "It's fate that we met here the way we did."

By this point, the populace of the town had began approaching them. Several dozen people were now crowding the beach to get a look at the individuals who had defeated Bluewell and his pirates. Some could be heard muttering the name of Grauwulf, while none seemed to recognize Siobhan...which was understandable, given that she hadn't been in West Blue since she was seven.

Gently pushing aside the throng of citizens, an elderly man with greying hair in the shape of an ice-cream swirl quickly bowed to them in greetings. "Mr. Grauwulf, young sir and madam...our town is in your debt for defeating those vile brigands. In the name of the people of Coverie, I, Mayor Softscoop, would like to offer you our sincerest gratitude. Please, if there is [i]anything[/i] we might do for you..."

"Food!" Siobhan excitedly jabbed her hand into the sky. "Lots of it. Havin' a break from fish will do me well, like."

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And so, with their small ship loaded with every non-perishable the town could fit onto it, the unnamed crew of three departed from the island, sure on their way to yet another adventure...