"COR BLIMEY WOT THE BLOODY 'ELL IS THA'!?"<br/><br/>Narkissos had, after finishing what bit of shopping he needed personally, decided to stop at a local pub to grab a pint before getting back to the ship. There was still ample time to relax, or at least so Narkissos thought. Unfortunately for him, not to mention the majority of the folks at the pub, his friend Ankaboot had spied a roach scurrying across the dusty, wooden floor. She had gleefully leapt from her bag and sped after it, and though she had caught it, on the way back she had somehow ended up under a barmaid's dress, and though Ankaboot was the size of a cat, one would not mistake her for one unless they were blind. When the woman felt her feet being tickled by many hairy legs, she had screamed aloud, drawing the attention of nearly anyone in the place, and those who saw the gigantic tarantula had a similar reaction. Even Narkissos had acted in surprise, although that was out of Ankaboot having been such a rascal. She gave Narkissos a look one would have equated to a dog, the dead roach hanging from her pedipalps, and his lips pursed. "You know better," he said sternly, and Ankaboot promptly climbed back into his bag.<br/><br/>Narkissos quickly downed the rest of his stout before hurrying out of the place, giving apologies as he stepped through the door. When he was outside and a good distance from the pub, Narkissos looked down under the flap of his bag to scowl again at Ankaboot. "Why do you have to do that?" he grumbled. "Every time I try to sit and enjoy a drink, you have to scare everyone. There are plenty of roaches and other bugs aboard the ship, eh? Do you fancy yourself a gourmand and have to get a taste of everything?"<br/><br/>Ankaboot looked up at him, munching down on the roach but still looking guilty. Narkissos sighed, and said, "At least I managed to get everything I needed first, although a pint of something that wasn't piss-laden grog would have been nice." Giving a shrug, Narkissos made his way back to the ship, his bare feet slapping on the stone of the streets and then the wooden planks merrily as he boarded. He gave a salute to Amalia as he walked by, heading to find his footlocker to put away what he had gotten a hold of. Into the trunk went three spoons, one made of wood, one made of steel, and the last made of silver. also went in two knives, both made of steel and serrated, though to different degrees. Narkissos smiled at his collection of cooking supplies, a menagerie of spoons, knives, skewers and other utensils, all alongside a single book of recipes.<br/><br/>Apparently, Ankaboot had learned how to determine she was on a ship, for as soon as Narkissos had put everything away, she was scaling his arm to perch herself on his shoulder. He did not pay her much mind, and let her sit there while he made his way to the main deck. "For once, a sunny day in England. I thought it was mere legend," he said jokingly to no one in particular.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>