Friday had co and passed with everyone just having fun. While a worthwhile experience, it was also not greatly different from the others, and John was pretty certain that, a few years down the line, those days would mostly just mash together into one hazy stream of sex, jacuzzis, sunbathing, silly gas, dates, dumb jokes and everyone making fun of Salamander for her stupid idea when it ca up. In other words, it had been a worthwhile vacation.
However, that was over now. Right now, John was mostly alone, just him and the elentals in his head, watching over the show-pirates preparing to take off.
“After all, you weren’t that much of a scumbag,” Senior said once they were finished. “Can’t believe you let us go with all our stuff. We have a radioactive polar bear cub that is worth millions!”
“I don’t have anything against you people, you just manoeuvred yourself into a position where I could exploit you for sothing that I wanted,” John loudly spoke, standing on the walkway between the two halves of the dry-dock, gesturing with one hand before putting it back into the pocket of his suit pants. The tis to sport trunks were over, for now. “No reason to take more than I wanted.”
“Mhm,” Senior didn’t have anything to add until the side of the ship parted. In an automatic sequence, the safety vessel was angled and began to pick up speed as it slid outwards. The octopus-man scread all throughout his goodbye. “YOU ARRR NO LONGERRR IN CHAAAAAARRRGE OF , ARRROGANT LASS! I SHALL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!! ARRRRR!!!!”
John just waved them goodbye; the guy was making a grandstand, but Observe put his relationship at a mild -16. The fact that John had been largely respectful and allowed them to clean out their personal belongings had made them more complacent than they would have otherwise been and also ant that he didn’t leave large enough an impact to properly hate. He didn’t ruin anybody’s life, just their week. They would put that down as a bad job experience and maybe throw so shade when they ran into each other again. There was nothing to declare a genuine vendetta over though.
Minimal amounts of sea water ran into the yacht. The opening’s floor was maybe a tre below the sea level, if that. Barriers of tal around the other vehicles prevented them from being swept away. There was a way to change the layout of those barrier, but John didn’t have the need to do so right now. Once the walls shut again, the water was pumped out, and that was that.
John made his walk back to the conference room. There, everyone else was waiting. It was the indoor one; on the 20 seats of the central round table sat most of his girls and Maximillian. The elentals quickly spawned in to fill their own seats; John took the one that had the giant screen on the wall behind its back. If he decided to put sothing on the screen, he would be seeing what was on there with his laptop, hooked up wirelessly, anyway.
“Okay, we make landfall tomorrow around noon, so it’s about ti we finally get together what we do once we are there,” John began the eting. “Starting not with us, but with you, Max. You going to stick around or what?”
“No, as I said I wanted to go to Hollywood. I am not here to take a ride on your coattails or anything,” Maximillian answered, leaning back in the chair. The rest automatically adjusted itself to go lower in response to the pressure. “So, once this eting is over, I will return to the Rising Tide and just take the seven girls I managed to flirt into my room in one final orgy. Then you probably won’t see again for a while… but I will leave with this.”
He picked a card out of his breast pocket, also having changed back to his suit, and placed it on the table. With a quick move of his hand, he slid it across. It didn’t land before John, but before Rave. “Why ya giving your phone number?” she asked.
“I want you to also give it to your mother.”
“GROSS!” Rave shouted out. Darting out of his seat, John fished the card out of her hand before she could destroy it or anything. It was a pretty well-designed business card with the Austrian and Habsburg flags as the background.
‘I should probably get sothing like that myself,’ John thought as he threw it into his inventory. He would save the number into his phone later. “…I don’t see you leaving,” he noted as Maximillian leaned even further back, putting his feet on so stool underneath the table.
“Do you want to?” he asked, folding his hands behind his head. “I wanted to see what idiocy you would be planning… Aclysia, why do you stare at like you can make my head explode?”
John cleared his throat to repress a giggle. “Sure, you can stay, buddy, although I have to ask to keep it confidential.”
“Not my country, I don’t know anybody here, so sure, my lips are sealed,” Maximillian confird, and John got on with it.
“The first things we are going to do once on land are one very short thing and one long thing. Naly, I want to create the Guild Hall and then I want to grind until we have so money. That will likely take so ti.”
Eliza raised her hand, “How much money are we talking about here? So fucking pennies or what? It’s not like you need to get a shitload of it.”
“Actually, I do need a shitload of it,” John said. “We are currently broke. I only have exactly a thousand bucks.”
“What the fuck? What happened?” Eliza wanted to know.
“Gift shops happened, lots of barbeques happened, the dates happened,” he summarized for her. “To answer how much money I want, one billion dollars, baseline. We are about to enter a guild territory where money is everything, which is important for Step 2, observing the situation on the ground. Let give you the rundown.”
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