Post by mori on Mar 19, 2023 22:12:03 GMT -5
The Claid docks - one of the last places Skye wanted to be. The redhead's nose scrunched as the strong smell of fish, oil, and gunpowder mixed together in unholy ceremony as she pedaled her way across the main thoroughfare. Word on the street was a whole load of foreign ships would turn up in Celtica's biggest port. And wherever there was foreign beli, the merchant guilds got involved. The island was rich enough to pay off The World Government without necessarily falling under its intense jurisdiction - too small to care about stationing and highly hostile to high bounty pirates, so no worries of harboring criminals.
All that to say, BELI was not necessarily the primary currency of Celtica. Accepted and used, sure, but most people stepping foot here had never heard of Ducats before. Skye was glad to do freelance work for the rich (they paid well, duh), but biking around and tossing marketing mail at all the probably foreign-owned ships to shill the guild's conversion rates wasn't fun work. Eventually, she pulled up to one of the last on the dock, a strange affair outfitted with some sort of onboard bakery or restaurant of some sort - 'Diono's.'
Skye rode up on the side of the vessel, rummaging around in her satchel to fetch one of her few remaining generic envelopes. "A WARM WELCOME TO THE ISLAND, JOBBER!" A small pebble weighed it down enough to obey gravity without risking damage - the package tossed over the side as Skye nodded at a job well done.
All that to say, BELI was not necessarily the primary currency of Celtica. Accepted and used, sure, but most people stepping foot here had never heard of Ducats before. Skye was glad to do freelance work for the rich (they paid well, duh), but biking around and tossing marketing mail at all the probably foreign-owned ships to shill the guild's conversion rates wasn't fun work. Eventually, she pulled up to one of the last on the dock, a strange affair outfitted with some sort of onboard bakery or restaurant of some sort - 'Diono's.'
Skye rode up on the side of the vessel, rummaging around in her satchel to fetch one of her few remaining generic envelopes. "A WARM WELCOME TO THE ISLAND, JOBBER!" A small pebble weighed it down enough to obey gravity without risking damage - the package tossed over the side as Skye nodded at a job well done.