Now that we've sent Rigger on his way, we can help bring his tale a little more up to date 🙂
Having escaped the pirates, Rigger and his friends hid out on Oahu, moving around when the coast was clear (those rogues kept looking for their missing deck swabbers) and enjoying the sights. Aided by a few friendly Hawai'ians, Rigger was able to rendezvous with a man who said that he could help Rigger get back to the mainland. After greasing a palm or two with silver (well, zinc-clad copper 😉), Rigger soon found himself in California, the pirates far away.
At this point, one might think that Rigger's story would take a real positive turn, but, as bad luck would have it, poor Rigger got himself terribly lost in the urban jungles of Los Angeles. You see, many of the streets in The Big Orange are laid down over old foot, horse or stagecoach paths, so they wind around all over the place. And the freeways just make things even more confusing. Rigger wanted to visit Disneyland, but wound up in Culver City. So he decided to visit Hollywood and see the Walk of Fame, but he wound up in San Bernardino! And on it went. Rigger was about to give up, and thought that maybe he should head out to the Mojave Desert and find a pack of coyotes to roam with. But then...
[This entry was edited by chaosmanor on Monday, February 27, 2006 at 12:33:38 PM.]