Upon parting ways with his companions, Jacoby made his way to the dock Cap'n Crossroads was going to land at. He moved past the dock and continued walking until he came to another dock nearby. Once there, Jacoby paid a drunken sailor one gold piece for the use of his rowboat. With transportation secured, Jacoby made his way back to the festivities. He soon found himself near the signups for an insult competition. "This seems like a good way to pass the time" Jacoby said to himself as he made his way towards whoever looked like they were running the contest.

Unlike the other contests, it seemed that there was some pre-gaming to be had for a competition that could only be described as the premier spectacle aboard the Flotilla. There were men, women, dwarves, a half elf, halflings, a pair of gnomes. An entire ship is meant for this event. What was happening now was just the preliminaries, the ones who won here would get voted for the main event that night.

Jacoby heard a few laughs directed at him as he approached. He ignored them. They had no idea what was coming.

[color=orange]"Good thing you don't need eyes to flap your gums"[/color] the man at the front table said [color=orange]"Where's your cane grandpa?"[/color].
[color=a36209]"I could ask the same about your shirt"[/color] Jacoby replied with a friendly smile [color=a36209]"No one wants to see some sweaty blob of fat while they're out enjoying today's festivities...Perhaps I'm being too hard on you though. From the looks of things, I doubt they make shirts big enough for a man of your girth"[/color].