The roar of an engine was heard as Mister Thrombey made his way down than spiraling turn. A half kilometer of that bullshit usually flipped a few cars a year. He made it down and continued on the straight and took a sharp right into the port almost flipping his beetle hatch back car. He drove carefully swinging to avoid the wooden masts of luxury sail boats and he finally made it to our tug boat.
He was not what you expected as an 'adventurer', I thought he would be a little bit on the muscular side, white and tan, carry a machete, were a cowboy hat and the Indiana Jones outfit. He wore a metal turtle head hat with beige and dark brown thick overlapping grid lines design, making his bird nest brown hair look like his hat was a straw one. Wore black rimmed circular style glasses which made his green eyes bulge. He had olive brown skin was five feet six inches in height and he had a variation of the Indiana Jones outfit. Creamy beige coloured rough material sleeveless jacket with four big pockets at the end. A light brown long sleeved shirt with small dark brown dotted lines parallel each other from the base of the shirt to the collar and sleeves. Black travelling pants with four attachable beige coloured leather pockets the size of bowl. Also had a one strap bag with beige accents and a light brown overlap making him seem more like an old timey kitchen than anything.
"Good morning young sirs and missus." He said.
He sounded like one of those nature documentary british narrator guys. Tis' to be expected we are English nationals after all.
"Good morning Mister Thrombey your ten minutes late we almost left you." I said as mi crew laughed.
"Am I supposed to get that remark? Mister Willow." He asked
"No, it's an inside joke don't worry about it. Well. Let me introduce you to the crew. The woman over there is Latty, bit of stubborn pick me girl."
She clicked her tongue this little shit I am going to cut her pay next month. She was a white woman with wild blond hair. Also wearing our company overall I guess she doesn't get pissy about that.
"This is Jared." I continued.
He was an average guy. Had dark hair and dark brown skin and was wearing the company overall, also had a wife, he married her a year back.
"And this is Brandon."
He had dark brown hair and white tanned skin he was from America but he moved here five, six years ago?I don't remember but we are the best fishing crew on the southwest Coast of Girelana I am sure.
"Are you ready Mr.Thrombey?" I asked.
"Sure am!" He replied excitedly.
Then let's set off on our journey I said in my mind.