The beach- Friday night

[fh_animalcrossing]

The beach had seen some action the last few days, and tonight... it was kind of seeing the opposite of it.

Because there was a passed-out drunk seagull snoozing on the shore.

Someone might want to help him, if they would be so kind.


[Had to, yep. Open!]

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[thishouseishaunted]

Mae stared at him for a long moment.

Then poked him with a stick to see if he was dead.

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"B'GUH," Gulliver muttered in his sleep. "Who's at the helm? Just... gimme five more minutes..."

[thishouseishaunted]

"Damn," Mae said. "You're alive. I guess I don't get to check your body for loot."

She was all class.

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She probably could! Because Gulliver was still pretty out of it.

"Nnnn, don't wanna be flotsam... Can I be jetsam? It just sounds... more rugged... Zzzz...."

[thishouseishaunted]

"Does it though?" Mae asked.

And poked him again.

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"Weigh anchor... Check its blood pressure. Who's your provider... Nyam, nyam..." And then Gulliver both sort of snapped awake and lazed awake at the same time, groggily getting to his feet.

"Hooooo boy. Up we go. On your feet, sailor. This isn't our first mystery beach and it won't be our last...Blugh... Swallowed a lot of seawater... Come on, get it together. Talk to the local. Here we go."

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae was really tempted to poke him with her stick again, even though he was standing.

"Aren't you supposed to be able to fly?"

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"I'm trapped in a will-they-or-won't-they relationship with that flirty siren they call the sea," Gulliver answered. "Hello, stranger! Is this your beach? Your stubborn commitment to poking me tells me yes."

[thishouseishaunted]

"Yes," Mae said firmly. "Yes it is. I designed the flag and everything."

The butt flag. She was so clever!

"Are you here for business or pleasure?"

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"Neither, I think!" Hard to tell! "Due to an unfortunate accident that wasn't my fault- probably- I'm shipwrecked. Does it count as shipwrecked if I don't know where the boat is? I should probably know this..."

Gulliver needed to get his life together.

[thishouseishaunted]

"That part might actually be required for being shipwrecked," Mae mused. "Since that means it's been lost."

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"Maybe the boat's been Gulliver-wrecked!" he decided. "Ahh, I'll figure it out later. For now, I have to call my ship and summon a rescue! I'll just call for help using my handy-dandy... uhhh..."

He had pulled his communicator out of his pockets, only to find-

"M-my, uh... OH MY GOSH! My handy-dandy communicator is broken! This isn't handy or dandy!"

[thishouseishaunted]

"Wow," Mae said blandly. "Sucks to be you."

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"Aww, sardines! It's all cracked and busted... Looks like it's missing a few communicator parts too... That means I'll have to wait for my crew to come find me on their own. Hmm. That could take a while. I've only got enough nautical puns to last for a couple of hours... Hey!" he said suddenly. "You! Yes, you! Will you help me find my communicator parts?"

[thishouseishaunted]

"Probably not," Mae said. Because, really. "But . . . I mean, I guess I could try? What do they look like?"

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"Well, they're metal, and they're probably buried in the sand somewhere around here. I'm just missing five parts. If you find 'em, I'll try to cram 'em b ack in here!" Gulliver said.

[thishouseishaunted]

". . . Sounds legit," said Mae, who did most things by 'cramming' and knew next to nothing about electronics. "I'm not really excited to go digging in the sand, though."

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"If you do it, I promise to return the favor," Gulliver said. "I'll send you something that'll knock your flippers off! Just make sure to put on some flippers before you open it."

[thishouseishaunted]

"I don't have any flippers. Are you going to send me flippers to get knocked off, too?"

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"If I can get off this island, sure!"

[thishouseishaunted]

"Sweet. I'll go look!"

She ran off, hopping from sand to rock to rock to sand to waves.

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"Yep," Gulliver said, staring off into the distance, "I'm sure my crewmates are looking for me. Probably already on their way!"

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae eventually came back. With five electronic bits, seven manilla clams, two bottles of DIY recipes, a handful of sand dollars, two empty cans, a boot, and three very grumpy hermit crabs.

"I kind of forgot what I was doing."

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Luckily Gulliver remembered! He didn't have much of a choice.

"Hey! Did you find my communicator parts?"

[thishouseishaunted]

"Oh! Maybe. I found some junk." Mae pulled out the electronic bits. And the cans. "People are gross."

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"Oh! That's them! Those are definitely my communicator parts!" Gulliver said, reaching for them. "C'mere, you little troublemakers..."

[thishouseishaunted]

"Wait, where's my reward?" Mae asked, holding them out of his reach.

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"Check your mail tomorrow! I can't get it to you until I get back to my ship."

Logic!

[thishouseishaunted]

"Oh." Did Mae appear disappointed? Yes, yes she did. Did she do it in a standard Reaction? Maybe not! So maybe he wouldn't be able to tell. "Alright, I guess you can have them."

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"oh, thank you! Oh, thank you!" he said, taking them quickly and jamming them back into the communicator like he was afraid they'd wander off. Or that Mae would change her mind.

"Alright, the pieces are crammed back in here. Let's see if this thing can send a message," he said, and spoke as he typed. "Ahoy there, crew! It's me, your brudder from anudder rudder! So listen... It happened again. Can you swing by to pick me up? Sending my coordinates now. Gulliver, over and out! There! That should do it. You're the best!"

[thishouseishaunted]

"No problem." Mae looked at the stuff she'd found. "Want a can, too?"

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"Sure, friend! When they pick me up I can use it as another receptacle for the GOOD soda!"

Gulliver. This was why you got shipwrecked every week.

[thishouseishaunted]

"I feel like you should maybe be winking when you say that," Mae said. "Whelp. Here you go!"