OOC: Alright, with this I'm off to bed, night.
When Knife arrives at the marina, he?s?.disappointed to say the least. Where he was expecting to see a military escort, he instead finds two men and a rubber dingy. His expression is written all over his face as he approaches the pair.
?Are you the guys with the boat?? He asks, stopping short as one of the two, a tall, barrel chested fellow wearing and odd combination of a fake Viking helmet and a pair of sunglasses points an assault rifle in his direction.
?That we might be.? The other, lankier man sitting at a foldout table says, pulling out a notepad and pen. ?What have you got the pay the fare??
Knife sighs, and pulls out a small wooden box, and slides it across the table. The lanky man opens it a crack and grins, before closing and sliding it back to Knife. ?Yes, that?ll do nicely?? He mutters, before putting pen to paper.
?Name??
?Knife?
The man scribbles out some writing onto the paper. ?Do you have a last name Mr Knife??
?28, if you must know.?
?We?re not up to your age yet Mr Knife.? The man says, grinning.
In no time, Knife is aboard the M.V. Aussie Rules, a rather large yacht, and headed towards America.