The docks were almost impossible to navigate. Bay 12 was nowhere to be found. Even the port workers that staffed their specific ports weren't sure as to where the exact bay was. Eventually an imports officer who read his slip recognised his cargo and lead him to the correct lot.
The officer collected two of his co workers and began to operate the crane that sat along the trail of containers.
It wasn't long when the huge magnetic hooks found the correct container and carried it onto the pavement.
The officer then led Dominic to his office, took his import slip, stamped it, and made Dominic sign some papers. He read an entry on the clipboard while signing.
Total Cargo Weight: 3,042.74 lb (1380.16 kg)
"What could possibly be inside that container?" Dominic thought to himself. His guesses kept him in disbelief in what could be inside. Then he looked at the bottom of his entries and what he saw surprised him.
Export Price Rate:
¥276.78/ per lb
¥610.20/ per kg
TOTAL ACCUMULATED EXPORT PRICE:
¥84,2147.87
PAID! INVOICE ATTACHED
Signed: Hiroshi Hasegawa
"Who in the world-?" Dominic was stoked.
"Yu gonna sign or what? The imports officer clearly had other things to do. Dominic quickly scribbled his signature and returned the clipboard. The officer stamped it one final time and escorted him to his container. His container was grey with a white star labelled: MAERSK. The officer left him alone.
Dominic stood in front of his massive container and stared.
What on earth is going on? His day had transitioned from dismal to complete and utter mystery. The culture shock is finally starting to get to him. He scrambled into his pocket and retrieved his key. The contained was sealed with just a simple chrome padlock. Unlocking the chrome device he pulled to swung the container open and eerily it's rusted hinges screeched. Revealing what was inside didn't actually surprise him. He kept neutral and had many questions running in his head. Who sent this? Who is Hiroshi? His brain was spinning, everything was too foreign but what was inside the container made him ask the biggest question of all.
Who the hell sent me a car?
The vehicle sat low in the container. It was bright red, flat but very wide. The nose held a Del Marua registration plate and between the headlights it carried a Nissan badge.
It was a large car yet it only had 2 seats. He inspected the rear of the vehicle and noticed it's badges: NISSAN FAIRLADYZ.
He opened the door and sunk into the seats: Velvet. The car was right hand drive and the gear shifter only went to 5th, the dashboard was blank, his cluster had no dials. It was then he noticed a large white envelope.
His name scribbled in handwriting he's recognised.
DOMINIC PASCAL
He tore it open and poured out its contents onto his lap. The first thing he noticed was the jingle of keys. Two car keys, one was a spare, it was also key-chained with a immobiliser. Two books also spilled out. The Nissan FairladyZ owners manual and a Japanese titled book bearing the Del Marua registration logo, guessing it was a vehicle log book. Inside held a thin yellow paper, all of the fields and entries where in Japanese except for one entry where he saw his name printed in English.
Sliding the key into the side of the steering wheel and twisted accordingly, the dashboard came to life with it's green display but oddly, No sound of ignition.
He switched of the car and turned again. The Dashboard greeted Dominic with green lights but again: No ignition.
Dominic thought to himself. Wrong set of keys? No fuel? The car has a problem? It didn't make sense. He fumbled around the interior looking for clues, but in an actual fact he didn't know what was he looking for.
Fuel flap? No.
Boot Lid? No.
AC? Nope.
He put the key back in and tried one last time.
The dash whirred and flashed to life but again. No ignition.
If the car was personified, it was probably laughing at him. Dominic was starting to get annoyed. Who the hell gives a car to someone if you can't even start it up. Or the most pessimistic question: Who in the world gives out a broken car.
"Hey! Port close in 5 minutes! Why yu still here?" The voice gave him such a fright that Dominic hit his head underneath the dash and his padlock key fell on the floor. Instantly he recognised it was the imports officer earlier.
"Oh, Sorry! Ah- Just one moment. I'll be out soon." Dominic awkwardly responded.
The officer gave him a suspicious nod told him to hurry up before leaving him alone again. Dominic then looked down and noticed the padlock key was on the floor and at that moment he stared at it awkwardly and wondered. It was then he discovered another key receiver on the opposite side of the steering wheel.
One small silver key receiver that looked bolted in. It didn't turn, it didn't twist. He just simply slid the padlock key in then re-switched the car back on hoping it would start. The Dashboard lit up again, flickered and the engine rumbled to life.
It was probably one of the most satisfying moments Dominic had ever experienced.
With a final sigh with relief he stepped on the clutch, went into first gear, very slowly he lifted his foot off the clutch where the Nissan began to roll out of its steel coffin. The outside made no difference from the darkness inside the container. Dominic had spent his whole afternoon searching and being lost. However things were beginning to go his way now and with this new car he couldn't help but feel smug.
He touched the gas and the car jolted forward. This was a quick car, most possibly modified. He drove off cautiously and exited the port, remembering where he came from.
It was then he pulled over outside, near the port entrance and remembered the piece of paper with the address written on it.
He didn't know where it lead to or who he was going to meet, but night fall was imminent and he had no money, no place to stay and knew no one in this strange new world. It did sound dangerous to follow the orders of a complete stranger, but that stranger did give him a car.
He decided to go against all cautions and make his way towards the written address, however there was still one problem.
It's in bloody Japanese!
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The Perfect GTR
Romantik"My Dearest Dominic, I'm really sorry things had to be this way. I really wish I could live to see you grow a little more but sometimes things don't always go how you want it. I know it's been tough for you and I've always been pestering you but I a...
