"Two lefts and a right to the supplies store," Compass answers. "Tell them that Compass showed you the directions. They will give you the things you need for free." He smiles slightly at Spitfire.
Spitfire smiles back, but is inwardly curious about why the workers at the supplies store would give her supplies for free just because of Compass' name.
"A'ight then," says Spitfire. "Thank ya for yer help!" She dips her head slightly and adds, "Yer ship's a beauty!" She winks playfully, then runs off to the supplies store.
"Get. Out. O' here."
The bald man with a black mustache and beard, a deep voice and a scowl that made his appearance ten times worse lurks over Spitfire like a person over an insect. He is tall, and has a metal hook for a right hand.
Spitfire meekly asks, "I'm just wantin' some supplies. Some rope, a fresh new anchor, an' more wood for the ship! What's so wrong with tha'?"
"Ye're a pirate," says the man in his signature deep, menacing voice. "Ye're trouble, and nothing more. So GET OUT!" The sudden change in tone pierced Spitfire's ears and made her jump slightly.
"Wait... Please, we came a long way to come 'ere..."
"GET OUT OF MY SHOP NOW!" The man is now walking around the counter and is walking toward her, making Spitfire walk backwards toward the dark brown wooden door of the supplies shop.
"Uh... Uh... COMPASS SENT ME!!!"
The man instantly stops. "Wha' did you just say?"
"C-Captain Compass," Spitfire says slowly, voice dripping with fear and panic at this man's once again ominous demeanor. "He gave me the directions. 'E said ye'd give the supplies fer free."
"Compass?" The man bursts into a friendly laugh. "Oh! Why didn't ye just say that?" He then proceeds to laugh some more. He quiets down, then adds, "A feisty boy, 'e is. But I owe 'im quite a bit. Take wha'ever it is ye need."
Spitfire just nods slowly. "O-okay... Uh... Thanks." She slowly walks to hooks where there are different kinds of ropes with prices labeled on the hooks and racks. Spitfire still steals glances at the man, who is now back behind the counter. She reaches for the cheapest labeled rope out of instinct, but thinks better of it since she has such a great deal.
She grabs the most expensive rope, then slowly walks to the anchor section - still stealing glances at the shopkeep - and grabs the most trusty-looking one and puts it and the rope in a nearby grey shopping basket because of the anchor's weight.
"D-do you..." Spitfire clears her throat, noticing her stutter. If anything, I want to appear grateful, not scared out of my very wits! She plasters on a slight smile and tries again. "Do ya 'appen to know where I could... Eh... Where a gal like me could find some wood?"
The shopkeep simply points at the back wall with a long face.
Spitfire nods and makes her way to the back of the small dark shop, basket in hand, then grabs a few planks of wood with the other hand and drops them in the basket - a little louder than she had intended.
Spitfire quickly makes her way to the front of the shop, and glares at the shopkeep with a small smirk as she says, "Thank ya for yer... Hospitality."
She quickly runs out the door and walks quickly toward Captain Compass' ship, grey basket still in hand.
Once she arrives, she stares at Compass, who is having a conversation with the man right next to him.
She yells up at the captain, her voice high-pitched and almost shaky. "Cap'n Compass, the mention of yer name just abou' saved mah life today!"