Arrow of Gold

The Hisser moved gracefully through the taverns doorway ducking his head slightly under the lintel. He stood a moment sniffing the morning air before stepping down the rough-cut planks that served as steps. The boy followed at a respectable distance and noted the multicoloured hue of light reflecting off the Hisser's brightly scaled neck and head.. An orange orb was rising in the east, casting warm rays that lit the shadowed street revealing the vile accumulation of garbage not seen in the darkness of night.
The Captain stood outside the doorway, each step groaned and creaked under his Bigfoot weight as he stepped down onto the cobblestone street.
"ssSo you ssay the quartermaster iss a friend?"
"Your in luck Snaky my friend, I spied a new book in his possesion...one from your very own planet. The script was rough, but a I did manage a few words and symbols here and there." The Captain chuckled. "I think the title was something like, Swissher's Kill and Grill, a cookbook of the cosmos. Snake and eggs...I mean, steak and eggs sounds good. I'm starving! How about you?"
" Not funny Captain, not funny at all." With narrowed eyes the Hisser glared at the Captain as the three walked down an alley leading to the spaceport.
"If it's all the same to you two, I would like to return to my ship. Sleep is all I need at this point." said the boy.
"No!", replied the Captain and Hisser in unison.
Two massive towers of the spaceport dominated the morning skyline. Native stone and brick buildings clustered around shorter and less sturdy shacks like the one they had just left. Amber dust swirled down the alleyway. The hisser raised the hood of the long flowing cloak he wore and gathered the bellowing material close to his body as he folded his arms across his chest.
Nashing his teeth as if in frustration the Hisser said, "He doesn't seem to have much of a clue as to what's involved here does he?"
"Aye!" The Captain growled, he stopped mid-stride in the shadowed alley and turned to the boy in a quick jerk. "Let me see your hands boy. Just as I suspected. Look at those hands, they are as soft as a baby's bottom. Looks like you've never done an honest days work in your young life boy."
The Hisser snickered. "You've have your work cut out for you Dada."
"Aye, and the orphan pup will look to you for his milmoo. What position does that put you in Snaky?"