3rd Wrench [Dictated]

[black_dog_bite]

[Yeah, the castle was an impressive castle and all, but it just wasn't Jet's cup of tea. Something about it gave him the creeps.

There were a lot of things about home he missed. Being stationed at that old Martian dock was one of them. Having found an old shack near the lake, Jet decided that this was more to his liking. His room in the castle is vacant for the time being.

He sits on a dock on the lake, nearby the cottage he'd found. Opening his new journal, he speaks, talking to no one in particular, but whoever would be able to give him some information.]

Tell me some more about those pirate ships.

Comments

[black_dog_bite]

It's not that important, I don't think.
I don't seem to have much of a bad reputation around here.

[ectobabble]

Gee, I dunno why you would. You seem like an okay guy to me.

[black_dog_bite]

I should hope so.

I did use to be a cop, you know.

[ectobabble]

You did? Whoa, I wouldn't have guessed it. ... Not that I mean that in a bad way.

[black_dog_bite]

I get what you're saying.