August 27, 2011:
The waves bounce my mind up and down as I tumble through them; however, I had something else on my mind. I had found many, many theft and vandal scents... all pointing in the same direction. I had two WCs full of scents. This man had to be stopped. My expedition could wait.
As I moved towards the perp, who was online, my RBow got more trigger happy.
OOC: I dropped my RBow in the water. ;_;
Correction: As I moved towards the perp, who was online, my sling got more.. slingy. He had to be stopped. This was a rampage. I was not going to call someone in to kill him for me. I'm going in. >:D
I headed towards old *removed*, as the scents pulled me. I stopped. There he was. Chef hat and all. I said "Herro, I'm peaceful. Could you prease talk to me?", in a friendly fashion. However, he ran. And ran. And ran. Until he got to a decent Q trough, and lifted it, and hearthed. I lifted my boat, and moved on.

Greaaat, more tracking. I tracked. And, surprisingly, he wasn't far. Very close, actually, in a palisaded bunker. He was in there, possibly counting his earnings. I went around to scout, out of his view. He had a friend on. The friend had not stolen. He would live.
I collected some stones, and aimed. 150. Knocked out. I aimed again. No words this time. Not today. I was a silent killer.

He is KO'd in the plants at the top left.
You can clearly see his chef hat.
I aimed again, dead.
I don't usually kill. It had to be done. I'm sorry, Jane.
His friend came around to inspect what had happened. I lowered my hat, and continued my journey.

Don't steal.