Scurvy and crew waited until morning to approach the village. They went in casually, knocking politely on a tree before they entered. A thousand hostile natives leaped from the overgrown shrubbery and surrounded them, brandishing weapons.
“We come in peace.” Scurvy said with hands up, trying not to cry.
“Sure you do!” piped up a sarcastic elder.
“What should we do with them?” asked the oldest and shortest elder there.
“We are searching for um… treasure that somebody stole from us.” Scurvy said, almost whimpering.
The elders were intrigued.
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The Story Game 