Post by eyebite22 on Mar 7, 2011 7:26:35 GMT -5
Moby stepped off the deck of the proud vista a merchant ship anchored in the port of Ciudadela. As he reached the bottom of the gangway he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned, looking down at the merchant captain smiling at him.
"Thanks for all your help on the trip Moby, I wanted to thank you for your services" said the captain. Handing Moby a small purse, the beri clinking within.
Moby smiled and looked at the captain "There is no need for this, I traded my passage aboard this vessel for whatever repair work you needed, i don't need any money".
"Don't get me wrong Moby I appreciate all you have done, this little bit of money is to help you land on your feet here, It may look all hunky dory here but beneath the surface things aren't as Cosy. If you try slumming it here without any money you'll quickly find yourself press ganged as a debtor, indentured servitude would await."
Moby looked down at the purse, grinned and tied it to his waist. "Don't worry about me, I have a contact here that promised me a job when i get here fixing up merchant vessels. I should be fine" With that Moby turned from the merchantman, and began strolling down the pathway, turning once to wave at the crew as they began the process of unloading their wares.
Moby made his way along the main street before turning off on a road, parallel to the docks. He reached a two storey building with a large anchor motif on the sign. Moby began to feel worried, the doors were closed and the windows were dusty, one was even broken. He approached the door and cupped his hands over the pane to peer through. The place looked empty.
An old man, sporting a peg leg and a bushy beard stopped as he was passing by and said "Hope you weren't coming here for a job son . . . the local sheriffs reneged on their bill payment extension and ol' Davy never got a chance to expand his operations like he planned. Its too bad as well he had a good plan to make money, expand the business rather than sell off."
"What happened to him is he OK?" asked Moby.
"He's fine lad, had to sell the store to one of the local high brows to beat debtors prison. He even managed to sort us lot out, I used to be one of his employee's. He gave us all some money to tide us over and even sorted jobs out for most of us. I work in the Gristle Inn, It a bar down by the docks, its not pretty but its cheap. Follow me and I'll give you one on the house. It looks like you could use a drink."
Moby, trotted after the peg legged man, his head down, despondent at this turn of events. He had left his previous employer after hearing of a chance to become head of a shipwright crew of his own. Now what was he supposed to do. He needed a plan, because if anything was to go by if he ended up on the streets he would end up a slave, sure that a fishman like himself would fetch a high price.
"Thanks for all your help on the trip Moby, I wanted to thank you for your services" said the captain. Handing Moby a small purse, the beri clinking within.
Moby smiled and looked at the captain "There is no need for this, I traded my passage aboard this vessel for whatever repair work you needed, i don't need any money".
"Don't get me wrong Moby I appreciate all you have done, this little bit of money is to help you land on your feet here, It may look all hunky dory here but beneath the surface things aren't as Cosy. If you try slumming it here without any money you'll quickly find yourself press ganged as a debtor, indentured servitude would await."
Moby looked down at the purse, grinned and tied it to his waist. "Don't worry about me, I have a contact here that promised me a job when i get here fixing up merchant vessels. I should be fine" With that Moby turned from the merchantman, and began strolling down the pathway, turning once to wave at the crew as they began the process of unloading their wares.
Moby made his way along the main street before turning off on a road, parallel to the docks. He reached a two storey building with a large anchor motif on the sign. Moby began to feel worried, the doors were closed and the windows were dusty, one was even broken. He approached the door and cupped his hands over the pane to peer through. The place looked empty.
An old man, sporting a peg leg and a bushy beard stopped as he was passing by and said "Hope you weren't coming here for a job son . . . the local sheriffs reneged on their bill payment extension and ol' Davy never got a chance to expand his operations like he planned. Its too bad as well he had a good plan to make money, expand the business rather than sell off."
"What happened to him is he OK?" asked Moby.
"He's fine lad, had to sell the store to one of the local high brows to beat debtors prison. He even managed to sort us lot out, I used to be one of his employee's. He gave us all some money to tide us over and even sorted jobs out for most of us. I work in the Gristle Inn, It a bar down by the docks, its not pretty but its cheap. Follow me and I'll give you one on the house. It looks like you could use a drink."
Moby, trotted after the peg legged man, his head down, despondent at this turn of events. He had left his previous employer after hearing of a chance to become head of a shipwright crew of his own. Now what was he supposed to do. He needed a plan, because if anything was to go by if he ended up on the streets he would end up a slave, sure that a fishman like himself would fetch a high price.