This is just a test story. Maybe even count as a prolouge.
This is something cityhumans and is a ship so if you don't like those kind of stuff then don't read.
I'm putting it here so you can give me your critics on it.
Forgive my imperfect English and miss spellings.
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At the ship he was. On his way to his father's colony. The Dutch East Indies, the land where all his father's income came from. Amsterdam has always wondered why his fathered favored such place, and why he won't stop rambling on how such beauty his wife and sister in law is. So from there he send off, following his father to the northern coast of a city called "Grisse".
VOC told Amsterdam to stay at the ship, Amsterdam nodded and stayed at the ship as VOC settled his foot on the land. After sometime Amsterdam got bored and decided to sneak out of the ship only to see that the VOC was having a "small chat" with the so called "Grisse".
Looking around he noticed two people about his age, a boy and a girl who appears to be twins carrying a few sack of spices. "that should be the last ones." Grisse clasped his hands. "now, where's my money?" Grisse sternly asked as VOC snapped his fingers signaling his servants to bring the sacks of Dutch Indies guilder. Grisse tilted his head signaling for the boy to get the sack of money as he then rubbed the twin's hair though their hair, "thanks alot you two!" Grisse exclaimed, showing his appricition for his twin siblings.