As soon as the night fell over the Kiwi Island, the tavern became the liveliest spot on the whole island.
With music playing and drinks flowing, the locals and tourists alike danced the night away.
"Shit!" The captain slammed his cup onto the table. "These fucking tax men are draining me dry!"
"It's alright, captain, we'll figure it out," the sailors said. "We don't mind delayed pay."
"No!" The captain shook his head. "Absolutely not. I will pay you guys in time, and also these fucking tax men!"
The tavern's doors opened, and the two young men stepped through after finishing touring most of the town.
There wasn't much to see in the Kiwi Island.
"Hey, let's go talk to the captain." Julian nudged Kiernan in the waist and walked over to their table. "Yo, captain."