The sight upon arriving was certainly one for sore eyes: a cart with a harness attached to it, and atop it were numerous boxes. Gunpowder spotted a note stuck to a box about his eye level.
I figured you would be late. You always are. I hate to leave a task to you, but I have already left, and all the teams worth considering have departed to the tasks we have given them. You really are the only one left. You are certainly capable of walking a cart across the village, aren't you? Besides, if you can't, there's no need for me to discipline you, as I'm sure whatever PK does will be worse.
Devonshire was right. Amongst the non-Merchants of Tao Village, PK had garnered quite a reputation, especially after bringing that dragon Sorbet; "psycho" would be an understatement. Gunpowder sighed and proceeded to saddle himself up. As he began to walk, it dawned on him just how heavy the boxes were.. and how out of shape he was. Thanks to this, his trip to the Merchant HQ was filled with panting, red-faced pirates, and snow. What an adventure.
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