fandomtownies | The Docks, Monday Afternoon

Jack headed down to the docks a little late, and set up his hand-lettered sign:

Captain Jack's Wild Ride

Boating... in style

He opened his tacklebox and began the detailed analysis of whether to use bait or lures to not catch any fish with, but his well-trained ears caught the sounds of Scottish strangers doing something unseemly in the boat's cabin.

"Hup! Hup! Hup! Cosh i' good, aye? Yin! Ton! TETRA! Ach! Are ye Feegles 'r no? Agin! Wi' FEELIN'!"

Jack wasn't sure what to expect when he burst into the cabin -- the damn island could throw out just about anything -- but of all the possibilities, he certainly WASN'T expecting tiny blue leprechauns taking a battering ram to his big lockbox. The one he'd tucked under the cabin's bed. That had his weapons and gear in it. "Get away from me lucky charms!" he shouted, rushing forward to kick the little bastards.

Five minutes later he was tied to the bed and being given a barely-intelligible lecture on the difference between leprechauns and pictsies, while the main body of the swarm were sitting on the floor and grumbling at the lack of actual TREASURE in his treasure chest. And drinking all his beer.

"Can't we work this out? Come to some sort of understanding? Say, as regards to radical ideas like the concept of ownership? ...No? ...Could you at least let me have a beer?"

[The boat is open for chartering. More or less.]