Pants from running in the sun. So hot here need shady spot! He walks down to the wharf then comes to rest in the shade of an umbrella that covers a food stall.
"Hey 'ere wee jit, git!" The stall keeper shouts and throws topsit at the jit. The jit cetches the fruit and eats it waving to the nice fellow that pitched it to him. The stall owner sees the tattoo in the jit's palm and grins ear to ear. "Ye be one of us then laddy?" He asks showing his own palm.
The Jit leaps up onto the round man's shoulder and pats his face. "Aye lad yer welcome. Hope yer belly likes ye now... Wait let me see that collar... Yer Tibbs!" The round stall keeper says then whispers "Is Cap'n Tok about?" The Jit chitters and covers the stall keeper's mouth with a sticky hand then leaps up out of sight.
"Tibbs bein' here aint good. It's a sign death comes to this poor island." The stall keeper tells his girl. "Aye my Master. Or Tibbs' Owner seeks someone, or something, and has sent Tibbs to gather it." The Stall keeper retorts "Either way lassy. If Cap'n is here. We stay hushed and with the livin'. Quiet as a grave digger's tears."
The Stall keeper turns to look for the tiny monkey. But it is gone.
The Jit races over the roof of a house then climbs down a drain way onto the ground. It goes to look in a cell for a girl but the girl is gone. A guard levels a spear at the Jit and throws it but the Jit leaps clear and races back up to the roof. As the guard goes to get his spear a turd hits him in the eye. "AHHHGGGHHHH It Burns! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH It's Shit!" Other guards race to the aid of the one only to laugh at him and belittle him over missing the Jit.
Tibbs well clear of the guards goes in search of the shiney girly he's been sent to find.
(Eddited for spelling errors)