“What was that?!” Barbert angrily asked as he scrambled back up to his feet, intending to grab Roma by the collar and start something. (Un?)Fortunately for him Roma had already stalked off the way he came, preventing any rash decisions on his end. “Ugh… What an ass,” Barbert groaned as he patted the dust off of himself. Just as he was about to continue on his way, the explosions made him flinch and look back in the direction they came from.
“Oh… No! Wait… Yeah that’s!” Barbert stood in place as he imagined up a map to help visualize where he was on the island right now. On one side was the port with his boat… The middle was where the big riot was… And on the opposite side was Barbert stood. And the explosions just went off… Right at the port!
…Bad.
Bad that was bad that was the exact thing Barbert was afraid would happen.
Barbert just hightailed it straight to the port to see if his fears had come true… And they had! Where his ship once floated, it was now in several pieces! Ruination! Devastation! …Something-ation!
“DAMMIT!” Barbert sunk down to his knees and slammed his fists against the ground. And then he shook his hands in pain because they weren’t meant for striking solid rock. “Ow, ow, ow…” Barbert hissed in pain and surveyed the remaining ships in the port. The remaining ships being the sole Marine ship currently docked.
…Now. Barbert had no intention of committing crimes or whatnot, but… Who knows when the next ship would come in! Who knows if he could get on? Who knows if the island would even stand after what’s going on now, and if it did who knows if he could even buy a boat again?! He sure as hell couldn’t build one…
…It was a hard decision, but Barbert came to one. Hopefully he wouldn’t get caught, and hopefully nobody would notice… And hopefully the marine whose identity he was going to steal wouldn’t mind getting stranded on the island in his place. On that note, Barbert picked himself up and started back into town, looking for a marine that he could single out.