“Cuz I don’t give boats to people,” the man said snottily.
Ranma just stared at the man. “Then explain to he, why you’re hanging out at the pier with all the boats, standing next to a sign that says ‘boat rentals’, and are wearing a @#$%ING SAILOR’S OUTFIT!?”
“Because I just does,” the tall, skinny bastard said. “Besides, you ain’t got nothin’ good on you as to compensate me fer lettin’ ya rent these durn boats, kid.”
Ranma’s eye twitched considerably. Oh, this guy was just asking for an ass kicking.
But still... The human form was the only thing Ranma had left to hide in from the law. He couldn’t just beat the crap out of this bastard and steal the boat outright. Nope. He’d have to find some other way to convince the guy to let him have one. “Listen, it’s not like I’m going to keep it. I just really need to go out to the ocean.”
“Sorry, small-fry. Ain’t nothin’ doin’,” the man said as he spat a bit of chewing tobacco into Ranma’s face. “Now get yer butt outta my boat, befer I call them there Edge Guards upon yer sorry ass.”
Growling in the back of his throat, Ranma wiped his face with the back of his head. “Okay, listen, I’ll get out, but who the hell do you think you are?”
The man stood tall and proud for a second. “The names one-leg Pete. Best durn boat-man, fisherman, and river-dancer this side of the Dim Crag Mountains.”
“One-leg Pete, eh?” Ranma asked as he wiped his face off some more. “Why’s that?”
“Cause a durn mammoth shark bit me leg off, I tell you what.”
Scracthing the side of his head, Ranma asked, “So, why do you have two legs?”
“I gots better,” Pete said proudly. He then narrowed his eyes. “Now get yer ass outta my boat, lazy-ass good-fer-nothin’ polecat!”
Frowning, Ranma stood up on the boat, to try to climb out of it, and back onto the pier...
...Only to have Pete use the fishing rod in his hand to tip the boat, causing Ranma to splash down in it.
Smiling, Pete said, “There. Yer outta my boat now, ain’t ye? And look! Now you can swim out to the ocean if you want.”
Ranma ignored the man’s laugher as he climbed back onto the pier, drenched. He may not have wanted to bring any unnecessary attention to himself, but as far as he was concerned... This bastard Pete was getting a new asshole.
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Pete yawned as he took a swig of his ale jug. “Ah... It sher is a *hiccup* a purty night fer fishin’... Full moon... Calm waters... Jes perfect.”
“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” Came a booming male voice from the side.
Blinking his eyes, Pete turned to see just who was talking so damn loud, when he got an eyeful of two LARGE fangs. “Damn salespeople! *Hiccup*! I told ye, I’s already gots a set o’ stake-knives.”
Blinking his eyes, Pete took a step-back... And saw that this wqas one BIG werecat. “Aw, nine hells...”
Smiling a little evilly, Ranma cracked his knuckles. Oh, this was going to be sweet.
“ROOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRR!!!”
*Crash*!
*Maim*!
*Mangle*! “EEEEEEEEEK!!!” *Hiccup*!
*Pow*!
*Crack*!
*Ker-snack*!
*101-Hit Combo*!
Smiling widely, Ranma stood over the broken form of one-legged Pete. Man did it feel good to just break out from time-to-time and raise a little hell. “Now then, good bye,” Ranma said as he hopped in the boat. Grabbing either oar, Ranma began rowing out into sea, hopefully, into the destination of the Niek Isles and Sanctuary.
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