[ 10 minutes ago... ]

I was already sorry that I'd involved myself with Captain.

Overnight, my gun had vanished and had been replaced with a very rusty pair of scissors, located on an extremely dusty, purple velvet pillow with a note attached to it.

When I asked for my gun back, Captain shoved a massive stack of moldy, yellowish papers into my hands.

"What is...?" I started to inquire.

"APPLICATION FOR CAPTANIA CITIZENSHIP, OF COURSE!

FOREIGNERS SUCH AS YOURSELF WHO RE-DISCOVER THEMSELVES UPON OUR SOIL ARE NOT ALLOWED TO ARM BEARS!"

I attempted to make a note of protest. It was ignored.

"JUST BE GLAD THAT YOUR CAREER PATH OF CHOICE ALLOWS YOU TO CARRY A SNIPPING DEVICE!"

I realized that I wasn't going to get my rifle back until I'd filled out the forms.

Captain dumped a large stack of paper atop my head. As I moved, the papers fluttered down all around me.