A random guard
While Nirkit worked on the [effectiveness] of juggling lewd thought with pointing the ship in a meaningful direction, all while not falling in love with Destin. It wasn’t easy, and the trip north wasn’t quite as smooth as anyone would’ve liked. It was kind of like watching a slow-motion skipping stone, as every once in a while the ship would plummet back into the ocean, thrash for a bit, settle down, and the get lifted once more. Destin’s push-ups were [luck]y in the sense that he didn’t break every bone in his body every time the ship landed. In fact, he was so lucky that he timed his push-ups in some ridiculous manner where he didn’t even ever notice the turbulence.
Once they arrived at the island, Nirkit decided to land the ship on top of the very tiny pillar. By land, I mean that he pulled out all the extra-nasty stuff in the dirtiest recesses of his mind while mixing those thoughts with “DONTYOUDROPTHISSHIPNIRKITYOUWILLKILLEVERYONE” to create an overwhelming sense of fear that was required for their lives to also be erotic. Sure that Nirkit wouldn’t let him down, literally, Destin decided to step out onto the island, which had to be no more than twenty or so feet around. The middle of the pillar had a shack on it, and upon landing, an old man flung the door open and waddled outward.
“Greetings, Dustin!” the old man said, “I knew you arrive now. Well, not now persay, as I came out here expecting you yesterday, but I knew you were coming, now isn’t that impressive?”
He nodded a lot, and Destin watched as politely as possible while not staring at this strange old man, who couldn’t have been more than three feet tall and whose eyes seemed permanently shut. At least, Destin throught, he has a sweet guru mustache and beard combo.
“Nancy there will have no problem keeping that ship afloat,” the old man assured Destin, “but you on the other hand… Dustin, let me tell you who I am, and then ask you an important question. I have been around for thousands of hours, practicing all forms of fighting-based nonsense. I’ve beaten people to death with my hands, with weapons, with animals, heck – even with nonsense, whatever that means! What I wish is to pass this knowledge down to someone who is worthy, so I ask you Dustin, one simple question that I want you to think long and hard about.
What is your purpose?”