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Treasure Hunter was quite aware that they do not have ice on their ship. There were no items that required electricity on board. Nor has he heard of a cooler.

"I don't need ice," he went on again. "Just bring me home and let me rest. Time will heal my leg."

The two of them had not covered much ground since they've started their way toward the pirate ship. The Cafe was still within their sight. Barely there and more like a silhouette between other shops, but it was still noticeable.

Treasure Hunter watched the green colt wander back into the cafe where his mother had scolded at him not too long ago. He hoped that he would come back because his other hind leg is starting to get tired of supporting all the back weight.

Before he could finish muttering 'Arr no good scallywag' under his breath, Dabber had returned with a bag over his shoulder.

He watched the bag closely. "Dabber. Is that... treasure?" he asked curiously.

"I told ye, I don't need ice..." he muttered and lifted a leg to let the colt help him get to the ship.

"We can take a rest on deck," he told Dabber as they were getting near the pier. "Aye, hope ye don't get seasick being on board."

"Arr. Your momma loves the ocean too?" he asked, eyes widened in surprise. "Is she a pirate too?"

He started to survey on Dabber's looks again and tried to decide whether or not he was actually a landlubber or another scallywag.

Upon hearing the colt's question, he looked up at him. "I'll be fine. Could go for some grog though. Getting thirsty."

Treasure Hunter decided to explain himself before he is being misunderstood again. "Arr. Grog without the Rum," he spoke. "But if ye have met Candy Dandy, she made a cauldron like it the other day."

He laid down on the deck as a mild wind blew through the entire phonycity. His hind leg seemed to have gone slightly numb from all the walking and he tapped it lightly onto the wood to get some feeling back into it. Little jolts of pain were still present as he tapped. "Arr.. Maybe some of that ice might help, lad..." he went on again. "Say ye, a momma with tentacles for hair?" he asked Dabber, curiously. My what a surprise that was! Treasure Hunter's mind trailed off into thinking that his momma was a siren of some sort. If not, some legendary sea creature that can live on land...

His ears perked up as he heard the colt talk about Candy. "Friends? You two are.. then.. well.. well acquainted then?" he asked out of curiosity. He loved eating those salty black circles from that shop.

Treasure Hunter flinched as Dabber took something out of the bag. He thought he was drawing out a knife but soon realized that it was a bag of stuff. It felt cold to the touch but soothing for his injured leg. "Ye know, we got off at a bad start. Thanks for this bag," he mumbled pointing at the iced leg.

"Candy is a nice lass. Her salty black circles are delicious. Me keeps going back for more," he trailed off and focused on the little green colt again. Despite his rotten attitude, he was a kind one.

What happens next. Should he call truce or keep on being stubborn?

"Arr.. Say mate..." He fidgeted and looked at Dabber with sincerity in his eyes. "We started off on the wrong hoof and me was thinking... Maybe we could try again?"

Treasure Hunter reached into his scarf and tossed a shiny bit at the lad. "For helping me get back home. Me ain't sneaking meself onto your piece of land for treasure." He had no other option. It would have taken him all day to come back here on his own without Dabber's help. "Treasure Hunter. That's me name," he called out with a crooked smile.