So Long, Shag Man
Like a child at a carnival booth, Baloo watched the woman speedily unfold the crate bag into all sorts of shapes. He almost clapped for joy as Baloo imagined such a rare item belonging to him.
Only a minute later, the woman moved to put down the XXXL-sized crate bag. But the slanted deck didn't seem all that inviting. So, she handed the bag over to the over-excited teen. "Here you are, sirs. Your very own crate bag from Boxxer, the creator of the crate bag. It's also the only one in all of Harihol Port of this size."
The crate bag was shaped like a large duffle bag at the moment. And bag's sturdy metallic frame felt like nothing as Baloo slung its strap over his shoulder.
"Mr. Ayse, are you and your crewmates ready?" the woman kindly asked.
Shaking his head, Ayse dashed into the wheelhouse. "Sorry, just a couple more minutes. Come on, Little Loo! Go load up!"
"Yes, Boss Bro!"