Just Another Day In A Life

En ruta, Les Souterrains

(a. There Would Be No Waking Crewmen)

As the ship arrives at the port two days earlier than they expected it to arrive — It confused everyone: the people at the port, on the boat, and even the captain and his crew; "What is going on?" is probably everyone's thought so far, including Fletcher and the rest of the party — The only exception being Iaret, who did not care really much after her breakdown, although she showed signs of recovery from her breakdown, and overall, just doing better.

The port at Alaudidaspica seems to be quite busy, with boats coming in and out and many people moving crates and barrels, men wearing tunics making deals to each other and some boys stealing from the crates and even fewer getting punished for it — Karma houdinis; while the people that would have come from Praematura or anywhere else seems to be quite a small amount — The port must be located in a commercial, yet really populated area.

"Where do we go now, navigator?" Sleepless asks Fletcher, "It's currently morning, so I think that looking for an inn would be a waste of time unless it's evening."

"Why would we want to go to an inn? We just arrived and I don't think we'd be staying here for too long." Fletcher responds to Sleepless' idea of searching for an inn at evening.

"Just in case, now figure out what are we going to do next."

Fletcher brings up his map, "Alright, so, we are in the Ligar district of Alaudidaspica, where all the boats usually come in and where the commerce happens, and the exit isn't too far away." He explains, "Also, do you have any method of transport?"

"Well, I bribed someone to get us to Praematura so we can meet up with you out of dumb luck, and I think I may could do the same."

"I don't think someone would be willing to get us out of town if you pay them, why would you think that?"

Sleepless paused for a bit, before giggling; "Everyone has their own price."

"How much would it take to get me to remove my shirt?"

"...I'm not paying you for that."

"Fair, I've got two shirts on, anyway."

While heading to the port's exit, Hollis accidentally hit a crate, causing the crate holder to yell "Watch where you're going!" and then decided to continue his business, with Hollis walking out of it safely.

"Are you okay?" Iaret asked him, only for Hollis to bring up a pouch he had snatched off from him, "Yes, and would you look at someone's life savings." he said.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Hollis?" Sleepless said to him in a rather out-of-character moment, "Why would you do that?"

Hollis decided to think about it for a bit, looking at the pouch he stolen from him.

"Yeah, you can keep it, use it to get something nice for yourself." She finally goes back to her own character while gazing back to the man Hollis pickpocketed from, and giving a nice smug look to the crate holder, although he didn't notice her "smug bastard" look.

The party proceeded to leave the port, stopping at the sidewalk at a street. The sidewalks are also quite busy, with quite a lot of people walking around, Perhaps they came for the market near the port to buy or sell goods, Looking at the buildings, they do look quite Cuban with very few being worn out, while the road is somewhat narrow, they are enough to fit two horses or whatever someone could be riding with a cart on its back on each side of the road — The road seems to be made of stone, and seems to be in okay condition, but a few repairs would improve it to what it originally looked like. It's possible that the business happening at the port and the market and the tourism could be affecting the roads.