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No update this week, so enjoy this doodle!

The beach episode I will more than likely never draw.

(Also me trying to draw while at the beach... which I have proof under the readmore)

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Act 8 - Regroup and Redo

Guybrush rubbed his face, trying his hardest to  subside his unbridled annoyance at Link’s blunderings. 

“Meow… honestly…” He mumbled as he walked over to the bars to lean against. “I’m surprised you didn’t say ‘woof’ or ‘moo’ while at it.”

“You’re telling me you don’t stumble on words when in a panic?” Link argued, his ears still low as he picked up the discarded spoon from their previous escape.

“Oh, I did once.” He crossed his arms.

“Ha! See–”

“And she’s my now wife!”

"W-what, you don't still blunder your words now?" Link stuttered.

"I do, but it's because my words didn't persuade, not because I decided to make animal noises."

Link, too stunned and too embarrassed, tightened his lips and went to the wall he was already attempting to carve a hole in, though now it was more for himself to hide in and die than to escape.

“I think you roasted him enough, Guybrush.” Graham said from his perch on the cot, his chin propped by his hand. “He had his fill of it alongside his doppleganger’s hair.”

“What is this? Let’s Roast Link Day?” Link grumbled under his breath, just enough for the two to hear and let out a chuckle.

“Heh, yeah. Fair.” Guybrush conceded, seeing the Hylian’s shoulders hunched high but failing to cover the clearly reddened pointed ears. He sighed and rested his head against the bar, looking at the sorry state of all of them. “So now what?”

“That’s usually mine or Link’s line.” Graham pointed out, watching Link continue to dig.

“Yeah, but with Link currently licking his wounds like a proper cat to contribute and your direct confrontation with the others being somehow on the mark, I just figured I’d ask.” Guybrush shrugged.

“Wait…” Graham looked at the pirate, “you agree? That they’re dopplegangers?”

“I mean, your’s is for sure. There is no denying that.” Guybrush agreed. “And with Link’s it’s one of those squinting, tilting heads kind of an ordeal. I still don’t see mine but I also had someone wear a shoddy mask of me once and robbed a bank. He sounded nothing like me…”

“Guybrush, focused?”

“R-right, sorry. The point is, I can see what you mean and there’s no really avoiding it, even if they’re not ALL looking like us.” Guybrush said. “So that being said, you called it. And it doesn’t hurt and would probably be ideal to hear your take on them and what to do. Bounce ideas, y’know?”

Graham smiled, sitting up a little straighter at the compliment and nodded. 

“So? What’s your take?” Guybrush asked, looking at Graham properly.  

Feeling a small burst of confidence, Graham looked up at the ceiling, tapping his chin in thought as he swayed very slightly to and fro. “Well, I would go through with your initial plan of catching them. That’s really the only way to get them to stop, but they’re too quick to catch and not only that…”

“What else?”

“We’re back right where we started on how to get out of the cell.” Graham’s smile was short lived as he frowned and sagged his shoulders, looking back at the ground in annoyance. “Again. And the sheriff took all of our equipment… again.”

“What is her name anyways? I don’t think she told us.” Guybrush pointed out.

“She didn’t.” Graham said. “But I overheard one of the townsfolk call her Sheriff Angela?”

“Really? Angela?”

Graham nodded.

“Huh, it’s kinda gentle and not at all what I thought her name would be.”

“Yeah.. but as gentle as her name is, she’s why we’re right back in here and with nothing to use to get us out while Link is currently digging our exit.” Graham huffed. 

Guybrush nodded in understanding. “So no junk and no lockpick kit…”

“Well… not all of the lockpick kit.” Link finally spoke up, putting down the spoon.

Graham and Guybrush looked at one another in confusion and then to Link. 

“What do you mean not all of it?” Guybrush asked.

Standing up, Link turned to look at the two and fidgeted with his scarf, flipping about the folds around his neck and unhooking two metal picks from the cloth and holding it to show the both of them.

“Funny how they don’t check what’s hooked into my scarf.” Link said, scratching sheepishly on his cheek with his free hand.

Graham and Guybrush stared slack-jawed before giving a wide and brighten smile. 

“Redemption!” Graham pumped his fists into the air and looked to be beaming.

“There’s hope for you yet!” Guybrush lightly punched Link in the arm.

Link, in turn, just blushed profusely and covered his face once more in embarrassment. “Just take the stupid things before I do something else to ruin this moment.”

“Nah, that’s not true.” Guybrush said. “You didn’t make any animal sounds!”

“Guybrush.” Graham spoke up.

“Right, right, sorry.” He apologized, taking hold of the remaining lockpicking tools. 

“So with that part covered, what do we do with the dopplegangers?” Graham asked. “I’d like to bring them to justice, but like I said… they’re fast. Too fast, even. Do we bail like you originally suggested?”

“Nah. I think bringing them in is a good idea.” Guybrush said, working on picking the lock.

“Wait, really?” Graham, once more, sounded surprised. 

“You want to bring them to justice? Mister ‘I’m a pirate criminal, me and the law don’t go together’? You don’t want to run?” Link added.

“Yes? Why is that so shocking?” Guybrush asked, pausing to look at the two of them.

“Because you said you wanted to get out of the town initially.” Graham answered.

“Because you openly try to break the law when you can because you said it is, and I quote, a ‘fun challenge to see how fast you can break the law.’” Link also answered.

“I said that? I did say that…” he snorted. “Okay, fair points. But yes, I would like to bring them in ideally. Because if they’re copying us–”

“They are.” Graham interrupted.

“Then it wouldn’t exactly be good if they were loose.” The pirate ignored the interruption and continued to pick at the lock. “They could make it a problem wherever we go.”

Graham crossed his arms as he walked over to examine how he was picking the lock, glancing at Link who had his hands on his hips with an unamused expression.

“This isn’t to prove our innocence, is it?” Link stated point blank.

“Oh no, it is.” Guybrush put down the picks and stared at the two. “But it’s also entirely a purely spiteful reason.”

“Which is…?”

“I don’t want that smelly son of a you-know-what following us. He’s weird and he annoys me.” 

“Fair enough.” Link snorted and shrugged. “Then I take it that you have something of an idea of a vendetta?”

“In a manner of speaking, yeah.” Guybrush went back at picking.

Graham smiled, it wasn’t the most noble reason to stop the others, but then again… Guybrush wasn’t someone that pursued nobility or honor all that much. He kneeled down beside the pirate and continued to watch.

“So? What’s the plan?” Graham asked.

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This week's page might be up a bit later than usual.

Sorry!

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The Three Adventurers come across a small cabin in the forest after a long day of walking. Graham and Link are happy to see someone willing to help, but Guybrush is suspicious.

Things are definitely not what they seem in this forest, and when his friends mysteriously disappear in the night, that’s what Guybrush is out to prove.

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Chapter 2 is finally up!! Thank you so much to @captmickey for making such a wonderful comic, and I sincerely hope everyone enjoys this one– I had a good time writing it, and I’m just as excited for when I manage to finish chapter 3 as well. Promise there’ll be a happy ending– I just need to get there first!

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No new page this week, wasn't able to finish it on time.

Sorry!

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Happy 10 Year Anniversary!