[h2]Taking Care of Business Part 2[/h2]
[h3]New Melbourne, Day 2, Early Afternoon[/h3]

OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@sail3695]

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Cyd nodded in agreement, still compiling a list of things they could use in their new semi permanent/ semi temporary [i]home.[/i] “And initial and date to make it official.” She added. 

“Thank yew.”  The deckhand laid the clipboard in ‘er lap.  She signed her name...prob’ly a might ‘keef,’ then set tah initials.  Soon’s she set tha date in place, Abby pressed her thumb on the bottom.  A small flash happened under tha page,  movin’ down slow ‘til it bottomed out an’ disappeared.  She flipped the lease up, pulled tha fresh duplicate an’ handed it up tah….Cyd Skye.  “Yer copy,” Abby offered.

“Shot,” Cyd said with a smile, looking it over before handing it to Mathias. “Oh! Could you help us with something?” She tapped a hand against her boet’s chest to indicate what she wanted.

“Shot …” Mathias said diggin for the money roll they had counted out earlier and passed the neat roll to Cyd. “ … all flossy.”

“Captain says we should give our coin to Rex, the first mate. Isaac’s been feeding his bird. Would you give him this on our behalf?” She asked, holding out the money. 

Abby shook her head.  “Sorry...can’t.  Cap’n tole me the same’s he did yew.  If y’all come back fer supper, Rex oughtta be about.  Good night fer it, anyway,” she added.  “Hook’s got a mess ‘o’ fresh fish he an’ Cap’n done caught last night.  ‘Long with somethin’ called Rice Peel-off.  Got no idea what that is but it sounds appetizin’.”

“We trust you with it,” Cyd said, with a shrug. “And, as far as food, we got plenty of fish sticks in case it’s not.”

“Understatement …” Mathias interjected. 

“Mighty kinda yew tah say,” the girl nodded toward ‘em both, “but Cap’n was perty clear that Rex’ll accept yer money.”

“Lekker, Lekker.” Cyd agreed handing the money back to her brother to put in the vault. “All right then, guess we’re official shipmates.” 

Mathias took the money and put it back in the inside pocket of his jacket, safe and sound until they saw the first mate. 

Abby offered a tight smile.  “Looks like,” she said.  “Welcome aboard...agin.  Plates’re on at eighteen hunnerd...six o’clock.”

The girl looked like she was in pain, so Cyd thought it best to leave her tending to her wounds, and offered a warmer smile in return. “Eighteen hundred tonight?” She clarified.

“The same.”

“Kiff, Kiff,” She agreed, shortening her to-do list with the new timeframe. “We will be back before then, right after we find where our brother trotted off to.  Katjie van die baan.”

“We’ll have three places set,” Abby said.  Fer a moment, she thought tah try answerin’ that last bit, but seein’s all she conjured was akin tah “Katey bar the door,” she decided it’s best not tah step inta that thicket.

“Lekker,” Cyd nodded, offering another smile, ticking her head for her brother to follow. “Lekker! Aweh! See you then!” 

“Later, pistool-soen.” Mathias said walking away along with his sister.