of the island. He started at the general store.

Walking inside, carrying his bundle over his shoulder rather than dragging it, the renowned captain walked over to where the attendee behind the counter and a local were chatting away. Seeing him coming, along with his package, the attendee clammed up and looked at the oncoming pirate. The local turned and followed suit not long after. Approaching the counter, the pirate looked around the store to find there was only one person aside from the two at the counter who was shopping who had potentially seen him walk in first. He doubted the cashier was the bounty hunter he was searching for, so that left only two to sort out. All was quiet. He turned back to the woman behindthe counter, much younger and prettier than the old witch at the motel, who was talking with a similarly younger and good looking man for such a small community. Perhaps they were seeing each other, perhaps they were just discussing that. Whatever their topic, they had quieted up quickly when the black haired, sword slinging man walked in, sending a veil of chill in the atmosphere like a thin sheet. The woman spoke first, she was brave. "Can I help you?" She asked, her voice steady but her eye shaky. The pirate captain looked at her and smiled a toothy grin, amused at her bravery. Well, so long as they're being complacent... Ragnarok thought. He inquired; "I'm looking for a man named Sir Futtleschuckle. I know he's here