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“Set the sails!” A voice shouts while Eram expands and lets the wind take them while holding the masts of the ship.
“Grab the oars!” The voice shouts again. NormalNpc takes an oar in his mouth and squawks in joy. Aqua playfully grabs another oar, taking it and spinning in the air with it against the ship’s deck before returning to the ground and moving below deck to meet with NormalNpc and paddle with their wooden oars.
“Sweep the deck!” Friend is thrown 2 mops and uses his multiple appendages to scour the ship’s deck, wiping it clean.
“Arr, wonderful, men!” The voice chuckles. He then looks around gently.
“Son, where are you?” He calls and the cutscene merchant fades in.
“Do I really have to be here, Gaster?” A low voice grumbles but in an annoyed way.
“I don’t want to larp with you and the others. People have been calling me the Roaring Fraud! I need to do something!” Gaster rubs his nasal ridge.
“You care too much about appearances, son.” Before the Knight can retaliate, a dark figure walks from underneath the ship with a costume and hat.
“Sire, I haveth the costume that thee hath required.” Rouxls walks up to Gaster.
“Oh, wonderful! Just in time.” Gaster takes the costume from Rouxls and lifts it in front of the Knight.
“Look! Your costume!” Gaster beams as he takes the hanger from the coat. He turns behind the Knight to sling the jacket over his arms. He fights against the coat.
“I said I don’t want it!” He shouts. This commotion makes it to the lower deck, sending Aqua to come up and see what was going on.
“Come one man, just wear it!” She dances on the deck, arms swaying.
“Ugh, fine.” The Knight allows Gaster to slip the coat onto his arms and over his shoulders. He adjusts it before putting on the hat. He makes a flexing or stretching movement against the jacket and his many jagged spikes poke holes through it.
“Perfect.” Gaster sighs.
“You look good,” Eram calls out from the top of the mast.
“S-Shut up!” He shouts back. Gaster puts his hand on his shoulder.
“Why won’t you just accept the pirate life, son? It’s cool, is it not?” The knight slumps his shoulder.
“You guys are so cringe.”