Troggy,
Hey, I like this little guy, personally. Better to have an eager delivery person than a...not eager one reluctant one.
Things on the ship are going alright. My new invention...sort of worked as intended. Boots seemed to enjoy it, at least. But, the Mighty Janitor -- *the rest of this sentance is scribbled out past the point of recognition*
The ship is sorta becoming a club house or something. The misfit's bunk or whatever. Though that's kind of what it's always been, so I can't really be surprised. "Haphazard group of adventurers" and all that.
*Written in a very quick scrawl* Think the drake's found my stash of Hallow's End candy -- good luck, seeya later, tell Scruffy that nothing's exploded--
Judging by the state the Flappy returned in, he did indeed find Fox's stash of candy.
