IC Yasurek - Ga-koro docks near the Infernavika:
As matoran went about their usual business at the docks, there was one who stood out as a slight oddity. While his blue cloak prevented his color scheme from being too out of place, the fact was that he was clearly a Ko-matoran. While that was certainly not a sight one would expect in Ga-koro, nobody paid his appearance much mind. After all, this was the docks, where travellers from all over the island would be expected to park their ships. Also, he was pushing a sizable cart.
The cart itself wasn't particularly fancy either, despite being a rather large one. No, the part of the cart that would draw any attention would be the contents of said cart. On it were a collection of boxes of varies size, all clearly labeled "food", with an even larger cluster of barrels labeled "rum". Next to the barrels of rum were several kegs clearly labeled in large, bold letters "Stralix powder. Not rum. Don't ingest, don't ignite, please," along with a lovely image of a blazing inferno. There were also several coils of rope, some cannonballs, a rack of swords and various weapons, and all of it was topped with a large sack containing spears. These spears came in all shapes and sizes, with most coming in pairs. The sack they were in was labeled "Yasurek's. Please don't touch."
The fact that those spears might draw attention of passerby was odd, since the matoran pushing the cart with such exotic goods was carrying several other spears on his back and person. If someone were to think about it for a moment, they might wonder how in the world said Ko-matoran was able to even push said cart, or even just carry all those spears on his back. If they thought of such things, the answer would always come back as "because that's just how it is".
Despite his cart's odd contents, Yasurek did not intend to create any sort of scene. He was just out shopping for supplies while his fellow crew went off to go get drunk and engage in shenanigans. Normally, he would tag along to make sure they didn't get arrested while their shenanigans were engaged. But lately, he had grown to trust his friends and allies to not cause too much of a mess to occur when they went out in public. Except Floria that is; he trusted his crewmates to keep an eye on her, the thief.
Soon enough, he had pushed the cart through the labyrinth of workers and sailors and mysterious figures that inhabited the docks and arrived at his destination, the Infernavika. It was his home, the object that united him and the rest of the crew, the symbol of all that they stood for. He was sure that they stood for something, but he left the philosophy of it all to other, more capable crew members. He was usually too busy trying to keep things somewhat sane. As he came near the ship, Yasurek noticed something new next to the ship. A large, armored vessel that could only be Po-koro's Fowadi was floating next to the 'Vika. He arrived just in time to watch Lohkar grapple onto the deck of the Fowadi and mention treasure.
Ah, I have a feeling I know where this is going, he thought to himself, starting to push his cart up the boarding ramp onto the 'Vika. "Greetings everyone. I have returned with various supplies and things," he announced to the crew that were on board. Some were mentioning ice cream and treasure. Others were mentioning rum along with ice cream and treasure. Some were mentioning treasure, but it was hard to tell due to their accent.
Home sweet home, thought Yasurek.