A Prescient What-if

No camera? asks the gull whose name is not Crark.

No camera, says Roo-kai.

A spy needs a camera, says the gull whose name is not Crark.

I realise that, says Roo-kai. 

You're stuffed then, says the gull whose name is not Crark.

Stuffed? says Roo-kai.

In the poo, says the gull.

Unless, says Roo-kai, I can borrow one. Is there a chip shop?

Chip shop? There's the Sailmaster Tavern, nearby.

Tavern, even better, says Roo-kai.

You're going to steal someone's camera, says the gull.

Or smart phone, says Roo-kai.

Phone won't work, says the gull. People have passwords.

I can crack the password, says Roo-kai.

Come on then, says the gull.

The gull whose name is not Crark shows Roo-kai the way to the Sailmaster Tavern, which is open for lunch.

People are sitting at outdoor tables under umbrellas, watching the boats, and waiting for their chips to arrive.

Some have placed their phones on the table.

All Roo-kai has to do is....swoop in and fly off with one of them.

Distract them! says Roo-kai.

Okay, says the gull.

He hops down onto the walkway, and loudly says CRARK!

Oh look! It wants chippies, says a woman. Sorry fella, our chips aren't here yet.

Roo-kai swoops in.

Shit! says the woman. Did you SEE that! Bird took my phone!

There is chaos amongst the tables. Everyone stands up, and heads for the railing. 

It flew that way! cries someone.

What if it drops it in the water? wails the woman.

A prescient what-if.

Roo-kai has not got a good grip on the phone.

He drops it in the water.

He is totally embarrassed. He wheels in the sky.

His only course now is to go back to Gaius's place and obtain a suitable camera.