The Meeting

[Thunderer]

*Olaf falls asleep and starts snoring. As he's breathing out, his intoxicated saliva is sprinkling out of his mouth. Out of some corner, a rough, middle aged man appears. His face is ruddy and looks healthy, but he has unhealthy teeth, he's flap-eared, and he looks drunk. He is Patrick MacArthur, the first officer of the Hvannadalshnukur. He was watching Olaf all the time, waiting until he falls of utter intoxication*

Ah, ye drunkard, me drunken sailor Olaf!

*Patrick tries to lift Olaf, but fails*

You there, help a bit, don't just stand there 'nd stare! Bah, ol' drunkard! He could n'ver balance his lust f'r ale with his c'pacity! Bloody drunken bugger... Let's carry him to his room.

*Smiles, showing his rotten teeth, colored with a disgusting combination of black and yellow. Only their stench can sting a man's nostrils much harder than any other black and yellow colored thing*

Boi the way, I'm Patrick MacArthur! Ye can call me Paddy!

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