"I'll buy it, but I need to see the boat first," Ace said cautiously.
The drunk man wobbled, swaying like a leaf in the wind. "Oh no, no, nooo, can't do that, lad," he slurred, waving a half-empty bottle in the air.
"I guaran-damn-tee it sails! Best boat you'll find—trust me! Hic! Ain't nobody 'round here gonna sell ya one anyway!"
Ace stared at him, then sighed. "Fine. I'll take it."
He pulled out 50 gold coins and slapped them into the man's outstretched, trembling hand.
The drunk man blinked at the money, grinned a little too wide, then turned on his heel.
"Right then! Follow me!" He staggered forward, nearly tripping over his own feet as he led the way.
Ace and Liu Mei followed the drunk man to the so-called 'boat,' both of them cautiously hopeful.
That hope died a brutal death the moment they laid eyes on the monstrosity before them.
The "boat"—if one could even dare to call it that—was a disaster.
