Silently, Vanna climbs up the ladder on the side of the cabin and up to the helm. She turns the key and starts the motor, sagging against the wheel once she does. Clearly, she is still contemplating the situation of Pavel wearing a costume of the evil god of death to a celebration of his defeat and imprisonment.
Pavel: FOOLISH MORTAL! You dare set sail without MY PERMISSION?!
Vanna jumps in her seat as Pavel appears at her side, holding a painted animal skull above his head and pretending it is a puppet- much as she had done with Charlie. Pavel’s skull, however, has purple, black, and red decorations that make it look just like the skull on the island that Vanna had shown him just a few minutes ago. She looks over to him with fondness in her eyes and smiles.
Vanna: Permission requested for passage, O Great and terrible RED TIDE KING.
Pavel: Permission granted. I am a KIND god when I wish to be… which is not often…
Pavel tucks the skull into the crook of his arm and flourishes his hand toward himself. He is fully dressed with the long draping sleeves of the poncho like outfit bunching at his elbows but still reaching down to his knees. With the presentation of his attire complete, he pulls the skull headdress over his face and adjusts it happily, so that he stares out of its gaping jaws.
Vanna: Well, I’m glad you decided to be kind today. Maybe there’s hope for you yet, Mr. Bonefish.
Pavel: Ohoho! Do you think they’d even let me in the shrine if we tried to go?
The Golden Feronia pulls away from the dock and out towards the harbor inlet.
Vanna: Ooh, I’d rather not find out. Garth’s a pretty understanding Cardinal, but… I think this would give him a heart attack.
