Guybrush walked quickly through the rich forestland.
He wasn't going in a straight line. Once out of sight of Elaine and Wally, he'd begun slowly wheeling around to the left, because he was heading straight back to the ship.
The trees and plants around him were strange, but not disturbingly so. It was as if he'd merely stumbled across an hitherto unknown land on Earth. No wildlife, apart from those birds, which was strange on a planet apparently uninhabited by humans. Of course, there was that loud noise that had startled them all earlier... He wasn't really worried about it, but even so had unconsciously given the area a wide berth.
Shortly he was back at the ship. Guybrush paused at the edge of the clearing, saw nobody, and darted across to the ship. He climbed the ship, hands fitting automatically to the steps and rungs. Soon he was inside, and not even out of breath.
He started walking toward Elaine's room.
The phrase got him moving faster. Elaine's room - how was it possible that this ... stowaway could own a bit of his ship?
Still, it was better than Elaine's ship. Which, these days, Boss Hog looked more and more like becoming...
Guybrush wished he'd spent more time walking around in circles, because he didn't know what to do. Obviously, the simplest thing to do would be to shoot Elaine. He'd thought about this quite seriously several times back in space. But now that the moment was drawing closer, he was having second thoughts. He remembered the time Upchuck had stolen a ship. Had put his hand around his on the blaster and shot the pilot. Guybrush hadn't been able to shoot then, he couldn't shoot now, could he? That would make him no better than Upchuck.
Still, he would confiscate her blaster, at least. Other measures could wait for now.
With this in mind, Guybrush came to her room and opened the door.
Once, this had been a secondary storeroom. Some dusty boxes in the corners, the number depending on how well business was going. The old, bad couch with its grimy orange and yellow flower pattern. A few odds and ends elsewhere. Guybrush knew this room like he knew the rest of this ship - inside out.
He paused in the doorway and noted the changes.
The dust was gone. You didn't need sight to notice that - the smell, or absence of smell, hit you immediately. The couch was shoved up against one wall, wrapped in bedsheets. From down in the lower storeroom, Elaine had taken a chair and a small table.
On the table was a stack of paper, and a pen.
Guybrush wanted to get angry with Elaine for these changes, for messing around on the one thing he was able to control... but he found he couldn't.
In fact, it looked better in here. It was her room, but it somehow made him feel at home.
Guybrush looked again at the stack of paper. Wally must have come through for her. Curious, he came forward and looked at the first page. Writing.
He began to read.