[s] My Old Thracian Home

Sunil Moonbridge IV laughed as the small town of Churchill smoldered away under the piled fish. The pathetic hamlet deserved its cod-ridden fate. Sunny, as others knew him, smiled and turned to his svelte slave, Floriana, but said nothing. They stood in silence for a few moments before Flo broke in.

"I miss my home, Sunny."

"What, that old dump in Ryuugumi? With the crazy mayor?"

Flo shook her head. "Ryuguumi was never my home. I only slummed around there for a few months."

Sunny frowned. "Then you mean..." He did not see the point of finishing the thought.

"Yes," Flo nodded. "We must return to Thracia."

Sunny looked amused. He'd never been to Thracia before.

"How exactly do you plan for us to get to Thracia from here? I sent Gareas to take our boat with that stupid-looking Greven fellow, and I don't think I'll be able to make a transaction from Churchill, seeing as how I just :skull::skull::skull::skull::skull:ed it to death..."

"We could probably find a canoe," Flo mused. "There must be more dumpy towns like this along the coast. They seem to spring up everywhere in this godforsaken land."

"Ok," said Sunny.

So our heros set forth, Sunny and Flo, together as always, to find a canoe to cross the wide oceans. Word on the gravel road was that a strange old man who lived alone in a thatch hut ten miles from What Was Once Churchill made canoes to pass the time. He suffered from blinding loneliness, but Floriana could help him with that, perhaps. Or Sunny could just drop some :skull::skull::skull::skull::skull: on his hut.

Strawberry ate some tasty fruit.