Shops!

You decide not to go to the beach and stick with the crowd heading into town.

The town doesn’t look like the one you’re used to seeing, but to be fair you did come in through a different port. It could be a different town or maybe the town you know looks strange from a different angle. Regardless there are shops, lots of people have tables out along the street covered in all kinds of things. Maybe some retail therapy will help you unwind.

The more that you walk around the tables the more you get the impression that things aren’t right. The stuff that’s being sold looks more like a yard sale than shops for tourists. It almost looks like people have just brought things out of their homes. It doesn’t help that many things don’t have prices and the shopkeepers seem to be making numbers up the few times that you’ve actually asked.

Like the guides everyone is super friendly, too friendly? Eh, probably not. Though it doesn’t seem like any of the locals are men, when you look around the only men you see came from the ship, now that’s odd. Maybe the ladies are manning the shops while the men are off fishing… or something.

Soon a local woman approaches you, she’s stunning! Her figure is jaw dropping big firm tits and a round ass that shakes as she moves. Her body language is hesitant “Um excuse me.” What could she want “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I have this pickle jar you see and well…”

“I can’t find my husband and this is really embarrassing, but I need some help opening it. Would you help me, please?” The last word is small almost pleading. You agree to help her and she takes you to her house nearby.