Jack Sparrow slipped inside, taking a good look at their surroundings. Calculating as always, in spite of the pain.
It was apparent that somehow the two men had stumbled upon a disused Malnosso abattoir. Blades of different sizes, shapes, and stages of rustyness hung on the walls and swung from the ceiling in wicked rows. A wooden table with curious old stains on it stood in a corner. And, off in the back, a shadowy shape lurked under an old piece of filthy canvas.
"Well. A bit friendlier than expected, isn't it," he observed cheerlessly, turning back to Kennedy. "They didn't see us, did they."
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It was apparent that somehow the two men had stumbled upon a disused Malnosso abattoir. Blades of different sizes, shapes, and stages of rustyness hung on the walls and swung from the ceiling in wicked rows. A wooden table with curious old stains on it stood in a corner. And, off in the back, a shadowy shape lurked under an old piece of filthy canvas.
"Well. A bit friendlier than expected, isn't it," he observed cheerlessly, turning back to Kennedy. "They didn't see us, did they."