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Author Topic: The Free Port City of Salvage  (Read 24243 times)
HAC
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« Reply #25 on: March 17, 2007, 10:50:54 pm »

To the attention of:
Sterling Lawson
Merchant District Chancellor
Free Port of Salvage

Message follows:-
 Greetings from the League of Ishmael, from Paracletus. I have arrived at your docks and await a Port agent to escort me to your offices. I will submit to whatever examinations you will require before allowing me to commence setting up an trade liason office in your City. I have brought with me, as a gift from my Master, two cases of serum against Debye's Disease.
 I await your agents arrivel.

Paracletus, aboard stem courier "Swiftsure"
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fmra
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« Reply #26 on: March 18, 2007, 01:49:16 am »

The courier raced through the tangled alleyways beneath the dock platforms.  Added as if an afterthought, this area hung precariously to the support girders of the dockyards and outer shell of Salvage.  Early merchants had been quick to realize that the convenient location could pull in huge numbers of pilots who would otherwise never bother to go down in the Merchant District.  Unlike the solid, relatively safe streets down there, the Girders offered only treacherous catwalks crowded to the brim with vendors and peddlers and airmen.  It was this mess that the young courier now pushed through in an attempt to secure a lift up to the dockyards.  Passing front of a bar, he was stalled again by a fight spilling into the street.  Now again by a persistant 'Barnacle' panhandling up-deck.

Finally he reached the Port Authority Building and was directed toward the anchor when his letter was to be delivered.

"Excuse me, Sir, are you a Mister Paracletus?"

The man nodded.

"Then I believe this is for you.  From the Merchant's Chancellery."

Inside the envelope, a neatly folded, neatly dictated message from Sterling Lawson read thusly:

---
Welcome to Salvage, Mr. Paracletus.

The Port Authority and Customs House have been notified of your arrival and will attend you shortly to inspect your ship and your person, as well as to have you sign the necessary open-moorage paperwork.  When you have finished, please be directed to the nearest lift and take it down to level four.  There are information kiosks throughout the level. I advise you visit one promptly, not only for information for this afternoon, but also to help you get acquainted with the area.  I will be in my offices at the Chancellery until the closing bell.  My staff has already been made aware of your imminent arrival and will direct you forthwith.

Thank you

Sterling Lawson
---
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HAC
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« Reply #27 on: March 18, 2007, 02:46:47 am »

Paracletus looks at the note, and tucks it intoan inner pocket in his voluminous his robes.
"Can you take a verbal message?" he asks the lad?
"Aye Sir, I can"
"My compliments to  Mr Lawson,  I am ready for inspection, and that I will be in his office
within an hours passing of that inspection. I will avail myself of these "infomation kiosks"
that he speaks of en route. And tell his customs inspectors to have a cold shipment
case with their handlers, I have 2 cases of serum for Debye's Disease to be delivered"

The courier repates the emssage twice, and then heads of, along the way he came.
Paracletus returns to Swiftsure, and prepares the ship for guests.

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kiskolou
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« Reply #28 on: March 18, 2007, 04:50:59 am »

Transmission from UFAS: Salvage, we direly need an answer to our earlier proposal. It is UFAS's duty to keep our air-states safe, and without a shipment of crops we fail to do such. Please, the price is nothing to us, ask for anything! In the interest of humanity, we humbly ask you to send a shipment of provisions. Speed is of the essence!
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« Reply #29 on: March 18, 2007, 05:44:30 am »

Beginning transmission

City of Salvage, this is the mechanic of the Vaporous Blue, Octavius Granville. I may wish to dock, at some point, to stock up on necessary supplies, if my captain shall allow it. I would greatly appreciate clearance.

Also, I have a note from a gentleman who sent me here to seek out a Dr. Kharbana, for some botanical information I require.

End Transmission
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« Reply #30 on: March 18, 2007, 03:06:39 pm »

From the Personal Travel Journal of Ottens, Elder of the OBSCURE


Once again, the incompetence of these workers forces us to reschedule our arrangements: due to their failure to acquire the necessary goods at Singapore I find myself on board the Spectre again, having spend hardly a day at our home on the ocean, accompanied by our ambiguous Council associate Radio Saturday. I spend the time in my cabin until the latter invited me to risk the blazing cold winds to observe an extraordinary sighting below us: the strange isle Macumeran, where the hound-headed populace adore their ox-god with unfathomable rituals and barking, howling incantations. She remarked upon the seemingly canine loyalty of the indigenous population of the isle, upon which we elected to return inside our vessel.

The rest of our journey passed without notable incident, and within a matter of days had we arrived at the Free Port City of Salvage. This leviathan installation resembled more a mountain of discarded engineering than a city, and I wondered what place we had plunged ourselves into now. Encircling the top of the scrapyards there appeared an airship dock where we moored (the day of our departure had we been granted docking rights per telegraph).

We embarked our craft and due to my associate's poor temper (which I blamed upon our late-night drinking of the day previously), we decided that I would greet whoever was in charge of this contraption, where Miss Radio Saturday vowed to handle our purchases.

Thus I set about to inquire about the Free Port's authourity and soon discovered that one "Kral" reigned over this place, and althoug he is ought to be referred to as "His Lordship" I questioned the nobility of this character. However our meeting was most amiable and I soon learned that "Kral" and I were of similar mind-set which may account for my initial distrust. To my disappointment however I was unable to acquire further knowledge about the installation's history (which may have helped to resolve some of the mysteries about our own fixed sea structure), as "Kral" was interrupted by one of his staff in regard to some kind of famine in one of the United Air-States and thence I left my tea untouched and elected to bid "His Lordship" adieu and make for my ship. To my delight, I found my associate had already been able to obtain our required goods and so we set for open skies again under the delight of the shining afternoon sun and a glass of fine brandy.

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fmra
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« Reply #31 on: March 18, 2007, 07:31:58 pm »

Deep inside the Straddle, in the labs of the agricultural department, Dr. Kharbana was overseeing the sealing of the final barrels of food stock...

"Hurry up and get those to the cargo lifts!  I want my department back in order before tomorrow!" She yelled to nearest workmen.

She walked past the huge algae vats and hydroponic gardens to her office.  Quietly clicking the lock, she sighed and sat down at her desk to finish some paperwork before she headed home.  A light knock at the door distracted her.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Courier from Central Telecom, Ma'am.  I have a message."

She stood and released the lock on the door.  The young courier woman entered the room and handed her an envelope.  She turned to leave, but Neelam halted her.

"Since you're here, take a message back to Central. Tell them to send a transmission to the UFAS that says the food shipment will be ready by dawn.  They need to confirm clearance with the Dockyards.  That is all."

"Yes ma'am." The courier turned and left the room, closing the door behind herself.

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CENTRAL TELECOM
ATTN: Dr Neelam Kharbana

A transmission has been received that a courier is flying in with a message addressed to you.  Docking clearance has been granted by the Port Authority.  Your presence is requested at the offices of Central Telecom to receive courier message.  End Message.
---

Now she wouldn't be getting home soon.  Changing out of her lab frock and clearing her desk, she left her office and headed for the lifts.

_________

A couple decks above the doctor, in the offices of the Merchant Chancellery, Sterling Lawson awaited the arrival of the emissary from the LOI.  In front of him lay the documents granting lodgings at a nearby dormitory and the approvals for a small office located near the central market.  Also, there was the Security pin that would allow or restrict from this man, Paracletus, movement aboard the city.  Silently, the secretary entered the room through a sliding passage door and delivered a service of tea and two cups.  Without a word, she exited back to the lobby and waited for the visitor to arrive.
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HAC
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« Reply #32 on: March 18, 2007, 10:08:43 pm »

Paracletus of the LOI is ushered into the office of Mr.Lawson.
Bowing formally, he takes a seat across the large mahogany desk of Mr Lawson, and graciously accepts tea.
 
After a short time, he speaks -

" My dear Mr Lawson, it is with great pleasure that I return to you to begin my duties here as trade emissary.
You are more than generous to offer lodgings and office space. May I compliment you on the efficiency and courtesy
of your Customs Officers. Although you are most likelyalready aware, I should inform you that your cargo-handlers have delivered to your staff  the two cases of serum for Debye's Disease.  Prior to her departure, I took the liberty of using Swiftsure's Aetheric Insponder to communicate one last time via that channel, my Master, in order to determine if there were any last minute instructions or messages.

  My Master wishes you to know that he is impressed with the quality of the alloys supplied him. He also wishes you
to know that this alloy is useful to him for its properties of high strength and resistance to extreme heat.
He has given me the details for several other metals that  he would wish to have made, and I will make those
details available to your foundry-masters, as the time is appropriate.

  My Master also wished me to give you this information. While scouting for new mineral and other resource deposits
along the edge of the Western Sea, near the Uncharted Lands, his scout vessels noted rather unusual sub-sea activity.
It appeared to their Aetheric Cartographer devices that some large objects, seemingly  intelligently directed,
were both moving away from, and yet observing them. They were unable to determine the nature of the objects, save that
they were large, and seemingly of a quasi-organic nature. He feels that while the construction or nature of these
objects, or their intentions , is at this time, unknown, that a word to the wise is in order. Whether this is a
a premonition, I do not know. My Master will in the near future pass this information, along with his intentions
on the matter to the Councils.

 On matters of trade, my Master would like it known that he would be interested in any antiquities, curios, or curiosities
of nature that you may find in your dealings. He is willing to pay handsomely for them, either in goods, or in gold, fine and pure.
 That is all of  matters new that I have to report to you. I will, with your permission, partake myself to my lodgings,
to set up housekeeping, and thence to my office to begin my duties. I will be available to your call at any time.
 Perhaps in future, as we begin to know each other, I will regail you with the tales of my past, such as  it was, in
those days before I came to serve my Master, and became known as the man Paracletus.
 I thank you for your most gracious hospitality and remain your humble servant"

Paracletus takes the documents and security pin from Mr. Lawson, bows deeply,and is shown from the office.
He walks in the direction of the dormitory, humming softly a  tune of his ancestral Khamzata people.
 
 
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kiskolou
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« Reply #33 on: March 19, 2007, 02:17:25 am »

Kiskolou (haven't decided on an in-game name yet) docked the USS Air-kraken on  level one. He was suprised at the cleanliness of the place, he expected somewhere called salvage to be dirty and wanton. But after surveying the level he came to the conclusion that the place was extremely organized, and as young mechanics began to inspect his ship for illegal modifications he did not hesitate to set foot on the metal planks that created the foundation of the docks. He would have very much enjoyed exploring the trader-town, but important matters were at hand. Cumulipolis was slowly deteriorating, and without the crops promised by Salvage the situation would not get better. The price that salvage asked was large, but the Cumulipolis government had managed to scrounge up enough money. The fact that UFAS still owed OBSCURE flashed in the back of kisko's mind, but he had faith that he would be able to pay that off soon.
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« Reply #34 on: March 19, 2007, 11:13:06 pm »

Transmission from Perrenial Fortune:

Mr. Orsen Freeman,
It has come to my attention that a docking space for Perrenial Fortune will be necessary. I daresay the ship will need to restock various supplies on a weekly basis, and permission to enter the city would be appreciated.

Best Regards,
Colonel Adrianna Hazard
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fmra
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« Reply #35 on: March 20, 2007, 01:16:45 am »

Transmission from the Free Port of Salvage:

.-..-.-..-.-.-...-.-.--.-.----.-....-.-.-.-.--..--..-..--
ATTN: Col. A. Hazard

Clearance to dock has been granted for the airship Perrenial Fortune on Pier 4, anchor 27.  Fuel and supplies may be obtained from the docking platform and Merchant District, respectively.

Orson Freeman
Salvage Dockyards

END TRANSMISSION

___

Orson reset the dial on his desk and lifted the tube from its cradle.  At the other end of the line, a buzzer informed the hanger supervisor of the incoming call.

"Hanger one, Supervisor Carson speaking..."

Orson cleared his throat and spoke.  "The airship Air-kraken has arrived from the UFAS. After the Port Authority has finished with his ship, load the cargo onboard."

"Yes, Mr. Freeman."

Orson dropped the tube back to the cradle and zeroed out the dial.  The pilot would soon be 'round to deliver payment to the MD Officer and himself.  He refreshed his tea from the pot nearby and leaned back in his chair to wait.

___

Damek Kral stood at the bridge, looking out over the vast landscape before his city.  Below him, the helmsmen kept the city on an even, straight course toward the borders of the Ottoman Empire.  Behind him, Austro-Hungary and possibly the army of an upset queen.  Before they crossed the border, however, the city would have to stop and the engines checked.  Once Salvage rolled into the sands at the heart of the Turk's lands, there would be no stopping, lest it become bogged permanently in the wastes.

Kral walked over to the navigation charts pinned to the wall.  As he stood looking at all of the known world, the conversations from the past few days ran through his mind.  The Merchant Chancellor repeated information that the LOI had spotted strange happenings in the Western Sea.  The visit paid him by that inquisitive fellow from OBSCURE.  Why was he so interested in the origins of Salvage?  A line of pons tracked the course on the map of the Spectre until it had passed beyond range.  They dotted a trail into the Orient, more precisely, the Indian Ocean.  Ottens was a breed akin to his own, and Damek could smell a large, possibly profitable secret clinging to the man.

Kral turned walked back to office to make sure his schedule for the city would be carried out as planned.
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« Reply #36 on: March 20, 2007, 01:35:44 am »

Transmission from the Air ship Endeavor to the Free Port of Salvage:

Requesting premission to dock for resupply and to conduct business.


-Lazaras
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« Reply #37 on: March 20, 2007, 01:42:09 am »

(A pop and hiss, as the frequency channel is opened)

Begin Transmission

This is Octavius Gransville, inventor and mechanic for the Vaporous Blue. I am requesting docking clearance and entry into your fine city to restock necessary supplies. Your help would be appreciated.

Also, I have a message for a Dr Kharbana, from my Master, it is quite urgent.

End Transmission
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fmra
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« Reply #38 on: March 20, 2007, 01:53:12 am »

Transmission from the Free Port of Salvage:

.-..-.-..-.-.-...-.-.--.-.----.-....-.-.-.-.--..--..-..--
ATTN: Captain of Endeavor

Clearance to dock has been granted for the airship Endeavor on Pier 8, anchor 12.  Welcome to Salvage.

Orson Freeman
Salvage Dockyards

.-..-.-..-.-.-...-.-.--.-.----.-....-.-.-.-.--..--..-..--
ATTN: Vaporous Blue

Clearance to dock has been granted for the airship Vaporous Blue on Pier 1, anchor 7.  Welcome to Salvage.  An escort will be waiting to take you to Central Telecom to deliver your message.

Orson Freeman
Salvage Dockyards

END TRANSMISSION
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Lazaras
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« Reply #39 on: March 20, 2007, 02:01:02 am »

With clearance given the crew of the Endeavor proceeds to the designated anchorage. Once grounded Lazaras got out of the way of the quartermaster, who had been paid a fairly good sum for his services to direct the flow of traffic and handle ship associated costs. While this took up most of his money he did have enough to do a bit of curio shopping. After all he had a club to both stock and decorate with the finest most exotic bits from the far flung corners of the globe. More likely, he thought as he rode the lift down to the merchant's deck, he would get hopelessly lost and charged far too much for something he could have found back home if he'd looked hard enough.
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« Reply #40 on: March 20, 2007, 02:09:31 am »

As Mr. Gransville begins the ascension onto the dock, he looks around, and cannot believe his eyes...The vast structure loomed, as he arrives at Pier 1, anchor 7. Strapping the ship down, he approaches the escort.

"Good day, I have a message..Oh, I was hoping to deliver it personally. However, I shall abide by any stipulations and shall deliver it thusly. When we are done, I would like to look through your vast collection of parts, I am in need of several dozen pieces, and are vital to construction of my designs, as well as some things necessary for my captain's ship. I am sure you can direct me to such a place?"
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fmra
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« Reply #41 on: March 20, 2007, 02:35:33 am »

"Good day, Mr. Gransville, I've been sent to show you the way to Central Telecom. Not to worry, you are to deliver your message in person.  As for your other interests here, I will not be staying with you aboard Salvage, but you may take the lifts to the scrapyards on  level 3 and the Merchant District on Level 4."  The escort smiled and started off toward the lifts clustered around the central control tower building, Mr. Granville trailing a few paces back.  All around swarmed mechanic, flight personnel, pilots and their crew, gullible tourists and vendors from the Girders robbing them blind for junk.  Twice he almost lost track of the man through the thick throng of people, once being separated by the drunken crew of an airship passing between them.  Finally, they reached the lift tubes and descended from view of the sky into the dimly lit interior of the city.

___

If Lazaras had thought the Dockyards crowded when he arrived, he found the sea of vehicles and people pushing through the streets of the Merchant District incredible.  Shoulder to shoulder, he pushed his way through the masses, following the sign posted high above the information kiosk.  A young man suddenly brushed against him very hard, nearly knocking him over.  The man apologized profusely and helped steady him before quickly disappearing into the crowd.  Reaching the kiosk, Lazaras reached into his pocket to retrieve his watch and found it missing, along with his wallet...
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« Reply #42 on: March 20, 2007, 02:43:29 am »

Walking through the throngs of people moving, Octavius could have sworn...if not for more than a second...he had seen Lazarus..
Shrugging, he pulls the collar of his coat up, and walking onward, trailing wearily a few feet behind the escort. Running up quickly behind the gentleman, he speaks slowly

"I do not personally know Dr. Kharbana, my late Master knew her, and wished I deliver this message. Indeed, he was quite the gent, and knew many a person in his line of work. I appreciate the escort, and only request that I be pointed toward the scrapyards once I finish delivering this to Dr. Kharbana.
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« Reply #43 on: March 20, 2007, 02:49:20 am »

Lazaras twitched at the realization that his grandfather had given him before leaving, which made him even more angry at the loss of his wallet. Shoving his way through the crowd towards where the young man ran off to, and knowing the futility of this act, he shouted, "Stop! Thief!"
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« Reply #44 on: March 20, 2007, 03:04:37 am »

turning around, Octavius sees that is indeed, in fact, his old friend.

Running toward Lazarus, he sees a young man running toward him, and proceeds to trip him, and push him on the floor. As the escort runs after Octavius, yelling to wait, Octavius pulls out the watch and wallet from the young man's pocket.

"Here, my friend. I believe these belong to you. Normally, I would ask why you are here, but I have urgent business." Turning to the young man "I have lived the life you currently do. No good shall come of it, and you may end up far worse than you are now, my boy. Now go, learn a trade. Make something of yourself. Off with you!"

Turning to the escort Octavius addresses him "I apologize, sir, I cannot let such a deed go, and besides, Mr Lazarus and I are well acquainted. So, let us take leave for the Central Telecom at once!"
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« Reply #45 on: March 20, 2007, 03:14:07 am »

Lazaras tipped his hat to Octavius and watched him go. Fate, or providence, it seemed was smiling on him. After a quick check of both his watch and wallet he found both were in good order and proceeded to the spice market, after all, a market this large on a moving city was assured to have fancies from most of the globe.
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« Reply #46 on: March 20, 2007, 03:30:43 am »

Octavius continued with his travels, awaiting the direction of the escort. "Are we almost there, Sir? I wish to finally meet the good Doctor"
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« Reply #47 on: March 20, 2007, 03:32:28 am »

Octavius followed the man to a lift that seemed desolate for the lack of people shoving their way into and out of it.  Sprayed on the doors of the elevator in yellow, the words "Crew and Military Personnel ONLY".  The escort pulled a key from his vest and inserted it into a nearby panel.  The doors slid open and they stepped in.  The escort turned slightly to Octavius and in a low voice spoke.

"When we exit the lifts, remain calm and don't make any unusual motions.  We're descending to the Crew Deck which is patrolled by the clockworks.  They're harmless if you don't surprise them, and you don't want to, believe me."

The lift quietly halted its descent and the doors slid open.  To either side of the lift stood clockwork guards.  Fully nine feet tall, they loomed up toward the higher deck.  Both turn to inspect the two as they started across the plaza.  As they left sight of the first two giants, a third clomped noisily from an alley and followed a few paces behind them.  The whirring of gears and rattle of belt chains inside the clockman's frame was audible, even at the distance it was, as well as the tippity-tapping of the brass pins inside his braincasing.  The gaslamps that lined the plaza provided more shadows than light by which to see.  At last they reached the tarnished exterior of a long, squat building.  Above the door, the sign read "CENTRAL TELECOMMUNICATIONS".  The dread gloom of the outside was little improved inside the building, though there was a noticeable lack of golems watching.

The escort checked with the secretary behind the desk and returned to Mr. Gransville.  "You will be called in momentarily, please, make yourself comfortable."  He turned abruptly and left the building, fading quickly into the dim light of level 2's interior.
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« Reply #48 on: March 20, 2007, 03:36:56 am »

Octavius looked the room over, pacing anxiously, thinking of the clockworks. Indeed, they were fine pieces, and could very well rival any machinations he had currently devised. Holding the message, the wax seal still intact, he waited for Dr. Kharbana.
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« Reply #49 on: March 20, 2007, 03:42:15 am »

(for future reference between a couple earlier posts i had assumed the conflict resolved, then again since he was your npc. Still its considered rude to force actions, like what you did with Lasaras. Generally in keeping with personality considering the amount of money he has on him, but still...bad form.)

Lasaras bared his teeth at the young man as he shifted his booted foot from the man's neck to his chest. "Not only did you steal a rather large sum of money from me, you stole my grandfathe'rs watch. If you are starving you could have simply asked for a meal and i would have fed you, or given you passage to wherever. If you needed work I could have used an extra pair of hands on board my ship." His voice was deathly calm dispite the fact that he had just suffered a rather bad fall.

He bent to retrieve his walking stick, holding it so it could be swung like a club before pointing the weighted head at the would be thief before continuing. "The money worries me...but the watch." He glared down at the man, "My grandfather died yesterday...and you stole his watch from me." He applied more pressure against the man's chest ,"Give it back, or you won't have to worry about what comes later." He applied a little more pressure, "Give it back Right NOW!"
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