The next day...
Jack, Briar, and some of the others are at the gate.
Jack says, "Hey, guys. We're having our first Port Fest Steering Committee meeting in a bit. Make sure you get it all down."
Grim laughs, "Myahaha! Don't you worry, I won't miss a thing!"
"We've got half a month until Port Fest. Let's all make sure we pull our weight," Jack says.
Briar nods, "Right."
Then Rook says, "Today we are going to take a gander around Craneport, to familiarize ourselves for the festival."
"Right. The headmage is going to meet up with us a bit later too," Jack says.
Then Floyd notices the bus as it drives in, "And there's our bus. All aboard."
"Yeah, c'mon," Jack says.
Sometime later...
Everyone arrives at the Craneport Wharf.
"Nous y voilà! Craneport is as much a delight as it was two days ago!" Rook says.
"Can't believe we're back already," Grim says.
"The bulk of the festival will take place in the park by the warehouses. It's called Whistler Commons," Jack says.
"Whistler Commons?" Sereia replies, confused.
"That place with all the blue posts and white awnings, you mean?" Floyd questions and points to the place, "Bold of them to name it Whistler Commons, though. It's not 'common' to see people there, let alone hear any whistling."
"The place was always packed back in the day. It's a long way from that now, though," Ruggie says.
"Indeed, though I can imagine it was once a bright, bustling park that would make one want to just spontaneously whistle," Rook says.
Then Jack says, "On the day of the festival, it's gonna be full of shops and whatnot. Including the food stands that we NRC guys are running."
Ruggie snickers, "Shyeheehee. We're gonna be rollin' in dough."
Then Jack points to the dock, "See that big ship docked in the harbor? That's the Golden Straw."
"You might say it is something of a symbol for Craneport," Rook says.
"Yeah. And that's where we're having our meeting today," Jack says.
"Seriously? Why?" Floyd asks.
"No clue," Jack answers, "Who knows what's going on in the headmage's mind."
"That's true. We have no clue what he thinks at times," Jack says.
"Might as well get over there, in any case," Floyd says.
Everyone soon heads to the Golden Straw, walk on the deck to see the flowery decoration, banners, streamers and other decorations. There's even a steering wheel.
"I guess this is the helm," Floyd says.
"Indeed! And that is the wheel," Rook says.
"And you turn it port or starboard to steer where the ship goes," Jack says.
Rook says with a smile, "Bravo, Monsieur Fier-à-bras! Spoken like a true helmsman!"
"I think the place looks nice," Briar says.
"Yes. There are a lot of flowers here," Sereia says.
Trinket flies over and sniffs one of them.
Jack looks around, "Okay, so the headmage gave us instructions for when we got here. Let's see... We're supposed to clean the deck before our meeting."
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Twisted Wonderland - Port Fest: A Striking Performance
FanficA festival is being held at a Sage's Island harbor, and it's called Port Fest! Briar, and her friends, and the students of Night Raven will be running food stalls, but Jack, Ruggie, Rook, and Floyd have something else cooking...
