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Duke chugged into port on the last fumes of his fuel supply, chewing some of the last jerky from his food supply.
He had definitely been at sea too long.
His stomach growled as he paid for his slip, jerky or no, and he leaned his elbows on the harbor master's desk to ask his usual first question in any port of call:
"So where's the best place to get some food around here?"
"Today?" the harbor master asked, looking Duke over. "Welcome picnic. Up at the high school."
Duke gave her a broad, cheeky grin. "Sweetheart, I wouldn't have gone to a high school welcome picnic when I was in high school."
The smile the harbor master gave him in return was just as broad and just as fake. "Honey, you'll want to go to this one." She stamped his papers and passed them back to him. "It's at the castle at the top of the hill. You can't miss it."
"Castle," Duke said.
"Mmhm."
It wasn't the weirdest thing he'd ever heard (that honor belonged, even after all these years, to the rumors flying around his hometown when he was eight), so Duke just shrugged, thanked her, and headed back out to finish securing the Cape Rouge. He could see the castle easily enough from the slip; it'd been one of the first details he'd made out about the island sailing in. He'd figured it'd be a tourist trap, not a high school, but he could roll with it.
Besides, it was free food. Despite what he'd said to the harbor master, he'd take advantage of that anywhere and at any age.
[ooc: mostly to not crowd his picnic ping with establishy details, but it can be open as well!]
He had definitely been at sea too long.
His stomach growled as he paid for his slip, jerky or no, and he leaned his elbows on the harbor master's desk to ask his usual first question in any port of call:
"So where's the best place to get some food around here?"
"Today?" the harbor master asked, looking Duke over. "Welcome picnic. Up at the high school."
Duke gave her a broad, cheeky grin. "Sweetheart, I wouldn't have gone to a high school welcome picnic when I was in high school."
The smile the harbor master gave him in return was just as broad and just as fake. "Honey, you'll want to go to this one." She stamped his papers and passed them back to him. "It's at the castle at the top of the hill. You can't miss it."
"Castle," Duke said.
"Mmhm."
It wasn't the weirdest thing he'd ever heard (that honor belonged, even after all these years, to the rumors flying around his hometown when he was eight), so Duke just shrugged, thanked her, and headed back out to finish securing the Cape Rouge. He could see the castle easily enough from the slip; it'd been one of the first details he'd made out about the island sailing in. He'd figured it'd be a tourist trap, not a high school, but he could roll with it.
Besides, it was free food. Despite what he'd said to the harbor master, he'd take advantage of that anywhere and at any age.
[ooc: mostly to not crowd his picnic ping with establishy details, but it can be open as well!]