Chapter 125 Hospital And Thrift!
Rustling and turning as he catches some zzz's in the passenger seat, putting his hand on Rint's right shoulder as he shakes him to wake up, Ver says, yo! Rinty boy! Time to wake your ass up my friend! Still feeling sleepy as he squints his eye open just a little, responding back in a tired slurish way, Rint says as he rubs the crust from his left eye, huh...Wha...what's going on?
Reaching his arm back to wake up a knocked-out Pap as he thumps his right kneecap, Ver says, I found a spot for us to crash at and where I can inquire about a boat. Waking from his slumber as well as yawning and out stretching his arms, Pap says as he rubs his cranium, so where are we? Smiling at his two comrades with a stoked look on his face, his throat vibrating with a happy hum to it, Ver says, well if you to sleepy fucks would open your eyes wide, you would see we are at a Qwaint little village harbor!
Finally shaking off their sleep spells, with their corneas opened wide to take in their surroundings, gazing from left to right at the wood and brick little shacky buildings, staring at the people walking along the slim and yellow sidewalks as they pass by their vehicle every second. Speaking with no qualms on who hears, Rint says, so this is the decided place where were healing and getting a boat from?
Nodding his head, Ver says, yep it sure is. It was either this place or another 30 miles of driving. So, in the end you can guess what I chose. Eyeing the different seafood buildings with a casual face, Pap says, not surprising this cozy vibey village has a harbor. Especially with all these seafood places everywhere. Extending his two arms out as he grips the back of Ver's and Rint's seats as he pulls himself forward, blabbing again, Pap says, you guys hungry for some fish?
Looking down at his bloody shirt and scanning over to his arm as he examines the nasty cuts and gashes, responding back to Pap, Rint says, I'm handsomely down, but before we fill our stomachs, let's get our wounds treated and a change of clothes first. Being the first to open his door to the vehicle, leaning his left leg out, Ver says, I feel what you're saying on the food portion Pap. But I'm going to have to go with Rint-tastic on this one, I personally can't enjoy my meal bloody and scraped to shit. So, let's move our asses and find a hospital and a thrift shop!
End of Chapter 125