[ This is, by far, the most revolting place Emet-Selch has ever found himself.
He knows the principle of their crew is to explore and research both old and new things, but there are certain expectations one has of random islands found in the middle of nowhere, and that is that said islands can at least expect to have normal greenery, normal beaches, and so on.
Not meat.
The mage almost turns around and sails right back out. The smell of rotting meat turns his stomach and not even the fresh, cooked(????) samples hanging off the trees is enough to cover it. But he's not the only living soul on this island. That's enough to warrant some curiosity about who else has decided to stay and explore. So, pinching his nose and trying to breathe as little as possible, he approaches Vincent. ]
I hope this late tag is still okay ;;
He knows the principle of their crew is to explore and research both old and new things, but there are certain expectations one has of random islands found in the middle of nowhere, and that is that said islands can at least expect to have normal greenery, normal beaches, and so on.
Not meat.
The mage almost turns around and sails right back out. The smell of rotting meat turns his stomach and not even the fresh, cooked(????) samples hanging off the trees is enough to cover it. But he's not the only living soul on this island. That's enough to warrant some curiosity about who else has decided to stay and explore. So, pinching his nose and trying to breathe as little as possible, he approaches Vincent. ]
How can you stand the smell?