DuckTales Reader X: New friends in Duckburg

Chapter 2: Old Acquaintances and Old Enemies

Your POV

The stranger hung the gun over his back, as he and Scrooge basically had a mini-reunion. They were patting each other on the back, telling one another how they'd missed him until Huey asked, "Okay. First off, (Y/n)! How were you not in the least bit phased when he pointed a literal death ray at your face?!"

"Meh. I'm kind of used to having deadly weapons pointed at my face since I met Gyro and Quackfaster at the bin," You shrugged. 

"And second off, WHO THE HECK IS THIS?!" Huey asked.

"That's not important right now!" The stranger replied. "Right now, we need to get below deck so my brother can navigate this storm! Come on!" He ran across the deck and opened a hatch in the floor. He climbed down the ladder, and you and the others followed him. He climbed back up to secure the hatch. Then he came to join you down in the basement. "Here. Put these on," He said, handing you all some towels. "They'll keep you warm for the time being. Allow me to introduce myself." He pulled off his hood, and you all gasped. He wasn't a duck like you all were. He didn't have a beak or feathers. Could it be that he was a...?

"My name is Standford Pines," He said. "But feel free to call me Ford." 

"Kids, Standford's what we call a human," Scrooge told us. "He's just here because we're in another dimension right now." You quickly noticed that his hands had six fingers on each hand.  

"Um, is it normal for humans to have six fingers?" Webby asked. 

"The furthest thing from it, Kid," A voice in the shadows said. A man emerged that looked like Standford, but somehow wasn't the same. When he saw you and the others, he screamed. "AAAAAAHHHH! TALKING ANIMALS WEARING CLOTHES!!!" 

"Stanley, relax! It's just Scrooge and his family!" Standford replied.

"Oh. YOU," Stanley said with grit in his voice. 

"YOU," Scrooge replied through gritted teeth. It was clear that they had a bad history with each other.

"Um, as I was saying, this is my brother, Stanley," Ford said, pulling Stanley close to his arm.

"Call me Stan," He said. "Now then, Welcome aboard the Stan O' War II!" He gestured around the boat and the living areas of the boat.

"Heh. You um, have some nice seating arrangements," Louie said halfheartedly. There was a kitchen, a couch, a bathroom, two bedrooms, a poker table, and a lab area. All of these were smushed together to make room to move around. 

"I agree with you, kid. Not the best living arrangments since I left the Mystery Shack," Stanley said, which confused everyone but Scrooge and Standford. Seeing all the confused looks on your faces, he sighed and explained. "Old tourist trap I used to have back in Oregon."

"So where do you navigate the ship from?" You asked.

"We had everything a bit...condensed so that we could fit the navigation room in the back," Standford replied, pointing to a door at the port side. "Speaking of which, Stanley, you should go back there and see if the storm's let up. I'll stay here and get the ducks comfortable."

"Fine," Stan growled. "Just keep that rich tycoon away from my safe!" He slammed the door of the navigation room shut. 

"Forgive my brother," Ford said. "He's not as open to newcomers." He sighed. "And I guess I'm not so open either."

"Very quickly, how do you know Uncle Scrooge?" Webby asked.

"Well," He explained. "Thirty years ago, my brother accidentally pushed me through an interdimensional portal of my own creation. I ended up spending most of my life hopping from dimension to dimension. One day, I accidentally came you your dimension, also known as 46':v. Your uncle was very kind and offered me to stay in his mansion and gave me food and water until I could fix my dimensional translator and try to get back home."