In the port of Rumbalos, hawkers were busy at work trying to sell their latest wares:
"Come and get it! Come and get it! Come and get your fresh Suker blocks! Guaranteed to be fresh, and no way is there any sand added to it..."
"Fresh fish! Get your fresh catch of the day! Also, the Globber is 100% wrong, I don't sell poisonous Ploofer fish here, not at all...!"
"Bullshit! Say that to the last 100 people who that stanking fish of yours and got severe food poisoning and meteoric diarrhoea..."
At this, the two fishmongers began quarrelling, with the Catnis overpowering the Merman (due to it being out of water). Just as the Catnis was about to have jumbo fish sticks for dinner, the Wharf police came by, forcing them to break apart.
All of this was being watched by a certain Goblina, who stood by watching the spectacle. Meanwhile, behind her were two very sick passengers, each vomiting in symphony.
"*Barf*, Simon, I thought this was going to be *barf* smooth. No one said anything about *barf* stormy roller coasters everywhere!"
"I don't know what the *barf* fuck a roller coaster is, but *barf* damn it! I *barf* didn't expect it to be rougher than riding a *barf* Groundoll, and they were fucking–*barf*!"
Unable to finish his sentence, Simon continued his vomiting down the pier, where the fish today had an unexpected buffet. Duncan, seeing how his friends were vomiting away like a geyser, couldn't help but also begin retch, barely clinging on to try to save as much dignity as he could.
Rolling his eyes, Titus helped unload the crew's luggage, hoisting them onto the cart brought by Silvertree Corporation. Plopping them onto the back, he rolled his shoulders before punching Lewis and Simon on their stomachs. "Holy shit! Don't kill them!"
Screaming in terror, Celine went towards Lewis, who was retching. Just as she patted his back, she realised that he was no longer vomiting. "Wait, how did you do that...?"
Flexing his fists, Titus gave a curt answer. "Wootsforce can do so many things you don't know of..."
Eyes twinkling, Goblina wanted to ask Titus to teach her how to use it, but was shut down real quick. "A) You need a specific Skill in order to even sense it, and B) I am under oath to never reveal the secrets of the Wootsforce. Now, any more questions?"
Wilted, Goblina shuffled back to a still heaving Simon, before suddenly having her attention pulled elsewhere.
"Fit slaves! Get yourself a fit slave! You want a strong man? No problem! A woman for your nightly needs? The purest of virgins are right at the back! Love yourself to get cuddled by thick fur? No problem-o! The furriest of beast folks are right here in my alley? So step right up and get yourself as soon as possible..."
"Yeah...although there are no slaves in Strisk, it's still legal to own them in several parts of the world, especially in the Sarkoniv Empire..."