"Oi puppet, watch yer way wontcha!" I excused and pardoned myself multiple times, as I stumbled behind my father on his way to set shop by the edge of the dock. Ever since mother's death we've been traveling from port to port and town to town selling and trading. Trying to get enough to finally settle down somewhere new; fresh and away from the truculent plagues of England. For what I didn't know was that my father had come to settle a debt, one which I was to be bargained for trade.