“You, Gunpowder... why not speak your mind? It is clear something has it occupied. I have been summoned to this village to help, regardless of your affiliation.”
Gunpowder paused for a moment, gritting his teeth. “Fine, fine. That encounter wit’ Shroomy over there? Tha’s not the first time like that. I have problems wit’ everyone, it seems. ‘specially that PK.” The shameful pirate stared up at the sky, as if lost in thought. “But it’s not like I do it on purpose, y’know?”
Sorbet scoffed for the first time since arriving, possibly ever. “The rest of us are fooled. I have seen how you interact with the purple lizard. You seem quite intent on upsetting her.”
“Aye, PK’s a special exception. I like to rile ‘er up. But if she asks me t’ do summin’, I want to get it done. It’s just that I’m so damn unlucky. Or irresponsible, sometimes clumsy, or maybe lotsa other things too! It’s really frustratin’, ya know?”
Sorbet stepped in very close to the pirate, extending its stubby arms towards Gunpowder’s face. His natural reaction was to jump away and snarl; Gunpowder greatly disliked being touched, and it was surprising Sorbet didn’t know this. Perhaps it didn’t care. Sorbet, however, was not intimidated at all, and closed the gap between the two once more.
“Clumsy?” Sorbet asked. In one fell swoop, the dragon removed Gunpowder’s eye-patch, revealing that he had two fully functional eyes. No surprises there, especially since he had been known to switch it around. “This might have a great deal to do with it.”
Gunpowder curiously pointed to the patch. “This? What’s wrong with me patch? I’ve had it fer a while now, and I can see just fine wit’ it on, thanks.”
“Ah... yes. You in particular would need additional explanation.” Sorbet paused. “There is nothing inherently wrong with the eye-patch. What’s wrong is the fact that you wear it. You are hiding behind a mask, trying to be something you are not. Such behavior can lead to negative consequences.”
Gunpowder still wasn’t getting it. What was he trying to be? The head of the Rogues’ Guild? No, that was Devonshire’s job. A pirate? Well, he was certainly one of those - even sailed on the sea, once upon a time. He didn’t think he was ‘trying to be’ anything he wasn’t...
Sorbet interrupted Gunpowder’s chain of thought, as if it knew. “Unlike me, shark, your heart is not made of ice. The longer you act as if it were, the worse things will become for you.” The larger dragon began walking towards the fountain once more, ready to resume its post. “I have nothing more for you. Heed my advice. Or don’t. I don’t care either way.”
It was then that Gunpowder realized what was meant - he would always try very hard to help, but his desire to maintain a “burly, evil pirate” front interfered with this. For him, it seemed these things were mutually exclusive. He was even about to call it quits when an idea struck him - a very rare event indeed. He made haste for PK’s item stand.
Fifth excerpt of the story in which Gunpowder gains an eyeball. By