“You! Of course, you would be here! Hadn’t enough yet, I gather?” He still sounded quite upset. Before he was able to chide Gunpowder further, however, Oskar chimed in with the news of their big sale. Upon hearing, Shroomsworth glared at Gunpowder. A glare that could transcend time and space. It was truly a force to be reckoned with.
“Ah.. I see. Why don’t you two begin carrying the goods into the main hall and distributing it, as has been requested? Your job is not quite yet finished. I will speak to you about your payment upon completion, eh wot.” Shroomsworth tapped his cane to the ground, and the team was off to work quicker than a bat out of hell. This left only old mushroom head and pirate face.
“What is it, my dear ol’ Shroomsworth?” replied Gunpowder in the most facetious way possible.
“What game are you playing at? First you completely muck up your previous task, and now you come to pester my associates? Rubbish. Absolute rubbish, I say.” Although his tone was quite serious, it seemed he was also genuinely inquisitive.
“No game, mate. I messed up, so I figured I’d make it up t’ ya.”
“Really? You think you can buy our respect? With what, some food? Buildings, perhaps? Or maybe you’d rather just give us the coin and let us decide ourselves what to buy?” Shroomsworth scoffed. “None of that matters. You cannot change your actions with other actions. The past is the past. Instead of trying to fix it, worry about not making the same mistakes again.”
In a rare moment of consideration for others, Gunpowder waited for Shroomsworth to finish saying his piece, rather than interrupt and cause more distress between the two.
“Really now. You infuriate
me. I have never met someone so incompetent before in my life. And not only that, the way you treat the missus is just..” Shroomsworth had to stop himself there, his face turning a slight tinge of red. He cleared his throat.
By now, Gunpowder had seen quite enough lecturing and yelling, but instead of replying with sass or further antagonizing, he spoke two magical words that, if Chuck were to hear them, would surely go down in Tao Village history--
The two stood awkwardly for a moment in silence, before Gunpowder broke it, again with shocking words. “I’m really sorry, Shroomsworth. I made a mistake, and I can’t really make it up t’ ya. But I can try, right? And sayin’ sorry seems like a good start.”
Shroomsworth tried his best not to reveal what he must have thought was a great victory, but it was hard not to chuckle. “Well then.” He cleared his throat again, returning to his usual stern look. “I don’t believe you.”
“Aye, fine enough.”
“I will be taking these berries. No refunds, I am sure you are well aware. Will this actually conclude our business today, Gunpowder?”
“Well.. Actually, now thatcha mention it, I could use one more favor. Save one o’ them crates o’ berries for me, and once you got me cart cleared off, throw it on there. I should be seein’ another high-rankin’ type today, and I’d like to personally deliver a gift.”
Shroomsworth sighed and waved his hand in dismissal. “Fine, fine. I don’t care what you do. Just be on your way once it’s loaded, you hear?”
“Aye.” Gunpowder tipped his hat to Shroomsworth, and began walking towards the hut where his cart still lay in wait. Behind the old pirate’s back, Shroomsworth had quite the grin on his face.
Although he would never reveal it to Gunpowder, he was actually somewhat impressed.
Final excerpt of a story in which Shroomy scoffs at a donation. For shame!