"Hey man." Goji took a step back, raising his hands into the air. "I ain't wantin' any trouble! We both just want an honest days work right?"
Goji attempted to Defuse Barns, even if his face wasn't shown, he relaxed himself as best he could.
But Barns wasn't having it. "Damn it, Don't give me that shit!"
In an instant, Barns had taken a few steps forward, invading Goji's personal space, and pointing a finger right at him. "What, are you a fucking leatherback? Is that why you're all wrapped up?"
"Wh-What?" Goji was truly surprised and confused. He'd never heard the term before. Did he know he was a mink?
Barns then grit his teeth "Don't 'What' me!" The next moments happened in an instant, Barns reached his hand the rest of the few inches towards Goji's face, but Goji began to recoil, only for Barn's hand to grab at the covering and rip it off!
The goggles and mask came in one fell swoop. Hair from his mane poofing out, as he hunched over attempting to reel away from Barns, who in turn took a few steps back as well
"The Fuck…"
Murmurs filled the Dock as everyone around them suddenly began to look at them.
"Mink…" The word was muttered through the crowd. Some of them had only heard about minks, others had seen them first hand. And for even fewer in the crowd, they participated in the rhetoric against them.
Moments of silence and stares stretched on for almost a minute before it was suddenly broke by a shout by Barns!
"Get the fuck out of here!" He said walking back to Goji and slamming his hands into the Lion mink! Causing him to fall from his footing, as in the next second a hand grabbed him!
It was Bez! "Don't touch him!"
"What! Are you a fleabag too-" He attempted to grab at the mask that Bez wore, but his arm was slapped away! Blood spilling from his forearm!
"Argh!" Barns screamed, stepping backwards gripping his arm. Deep four gashes into his flesh
Bez looked confused, as his gaze shifted to his hand still in the air, his claws had pierced the leather glove and were dripping with blood!
"It attacked me! The damn beast attacked me!" Barns shouted
"I-I didn't Mean to! You tried to grab-" Bez attempted to speak, but before he could finish, the crowds silence turned to rage! People huddled around Barns, while others picked up saws, wrenches and other tools! Threatening and pointing them toward the group of Minks!
Bez tried to plead with them, but his voice and words fell on deaf ears. All while Taog threw insults and obscenities at the crowd of Humans.
"Bez! Taog! We have to go!" Goli appeared in front of the Two, attempting to turn the Two around to push them towards their ship. "Lets just le-"
A sudden crack filled the air! A Gunshot!
Goli suddenly fell limp, his enormous body weight falling onto the Bez and Taog, his face covered with sweat.
Pulling a hand to his back, he could feel heat, as blood began to pool and soak into his leather.
"Go-Goli?" Bez spattered out, his vision blurring as he held the shorter mink in his arms.
"Run!" Bif shouted from behind them! All of them turning, Bez holding Goli as they ran down the dock!
"My- My Legs! I-I Can't Feel my Legs!" Goli stammered as his feet dragged along the dock, the shouts of the Workers continuing and closing in on them!
The Group of Minks scampered onto the Boat, and quickly set sail! Bif with one quick tug, yanked the hundred kilo anchor from the water, Taog quickly setting sail as wind began to pick up! The Sky Darkening, only for rain to begin falling!
"Go go go!" Bez shouted, as his hands worked quick to tear the leather from the Gorilla mink "Hrngh…Is it bad?" Goli winced, teeth grit
The Wound seemed superficial. If he'd been human, it'd had pierced deep into his spine. But from what Bez could tell it was merely a flesh wound that had unfortunately made contact with his spine and must've cut some nerves in his spinal cord.
"It's easily fixable. Tao! Get me my Bag!"
The rest of the voyage home was one filled with both grief and worry. There one opportunity to get a better ship, and keep their people afloat in the meantime was now stripped from them.
As for Barns…
Slamming a door open, he walked into the office of his Dockyard Managers office. And quickly explained what was going on, and how the Yard had Minks amidst their ranks. And in the Eyes of the Manager, a Fat bulbous man with a penchant for smoking a corncob named Cornelius, was as bad as Fishmen working on his ship yard.
And within half an hour later. Both Cornelius and Barns found their way into another person's office.
"Minks Huh? Well, I'll be damned. Usually you gotta go huntin' for 'em. But you two luck sonsabitches gone and had them fall right your hands."
"Tell ya what. I'll give each of you a quarter. And if ya tag along, 33%."
Slaughter. A Prolific headhunter, and Slaver. Famous for hunting runaway slaves, and being the head of an auction house that sold any race they could get their hands on. Nicknamed the Slaughter House.
"Only 33%?! We found those damn beast, and we're droppin 'em in your Lap! You'd make more off sellin' 'em than we would in two months of Dock work!" Cornelius argued.
"Fine! Half. But you run a hard Bargain. Standing from his desk, he slung off his holster that Held a Model Naval Revolver. His boots clattered against the wood, his rough and thinly beared face appearing to his men in the room the two had came from
"Boys! We got ourselves a Hunt!"
Cheers filled the lounge area as Men shot from their seats, and began gearing themselves for a Hunt.