Davy was still not a happy camper. He had been on shore for a week and despite the occasional satisfactory yelp and shriek, he had gotten nowhere near trying to find anything regarding his ship. The people in the city were rude. Most of the time they thought he was in a costume, or something out of a thing called a "movie." The vernacular was beyond strange, and most of all.... piracy was no longer a thing on the seas but rather something called the "internet" that was beyond his comprehension.
He was on his way back to the ocean when a girl turned the corner and stood in front of him, blocking his path. He stood there are stared, waiting for the girl to move from his path.