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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 21:50:08 GMT -8
Clara strolled along the docks, mid morning. She didn't have to be at work quite yet, having worked long into the night before, but she'd woken up early anyway. Not that she really had anything to do...
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Post by kragjorgensen on Mar 30, 2011 22:01:05 GMT -8
"Alright boys, easy on the tubs." Arthur said, directing his crew with a cool Lincolnsire speech pattern. The cats were offloading large tubs of what looked like fish onto a truck bound for a local fish market/liquor dispensary.
He looked past the truck and saw Clara. "Curious." He said to himself.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:08:18 GMT -8
She came to a complete stop, leaning against a pole on the wharf and watching the proceedings. Those tubs were certainly interesting looking...
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Post by kragjorgensen on Mar 30, 2011 22:18:03 GMT -8
"Last one lads." Arthur said as two hands brought the last tub off the boat.
They set in on the edge of the truck bed and began shoving it onto the vehicle. The tub hit the other one with a suspicious clinking noise.
"Dammit, I said go easy!" Arthur shouted, "You spill the fish, It's coming out of your pay."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:22:43 GMT -8
Clara's eyebrows only rose higher at the clinking sound, a soft smile gracing her face. It was nice to see her suspicions confirmed sometimes.
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Post by kragjorgensen on Mar 30, 2011 22:38:23 GMT -8
"Let me take a look at that." Arthur said, inspecting the tub for wet spots. He didn't find any. "Looks like you're off the hook lads, don't do it again."
"Alright, Skipper." The driver said in a voice that sounded a bit like a broken diesel engine. "Half a ton o' fresh cod. Here'z yer money."
The two of them shook hands and exchanged money.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:43:00 GMT -8
Clara continued watching, before approaching him once the other had left. "So, you're a smuggler then?" she asked, leaning over another pole on the wharf, her arms crossing over the top of it.
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Post by kragjorgensen on Mar 30, 2011 22:51:02 GMT -8
"My crew and I prefer the term Fishermen." Arthur said taking out his pipe. "Besides, what's it to you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 22:59:48 GMT -8
She shrugged. "Preferring doesn't exclude being the other thing," she responded. "Besides, I'm always on the look out for business opportunities."
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Post by kragjorgensen on Mar 30, 2011 23:09:47 GMT -8
"You have my attention" Arthur said putting tobacco into his pipe. "Perhaps we should talk about this in a more private setting."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 23:12:54 GMT -8
She smiled widely, and waved a paw. "If you have anywhere in mind...?"
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Post by kragjorgensen on Mar 30, 2011 23:27:01 GMT -8
"Well, I have a modest office on board." Arthur said taking out his dented cigarette case and pulling out a matchbox.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 30, 2011 23:33:23 GMT -8
She nodded, before climbing aboard. "Works well enough for me. Spare a cigarette?" she asked, noticing the case.
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Post by kragjorgensen on Mar 31, 2011 6:46:19 GMT -8
"Sorry, I haven't had a cigarette in a long time." Arthur said, quietly glad that she had stepped aboard with her right foot. "This is to keep the matches dry."
The dry excuse did fall on its head a bit when it looked like the dent had broken one of the hinges and bent it in such a way as to make an open end to the side of the cigarette case. Whatever had dented it, had hit it pretty hard.
"Follow me" He said.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 31, 2011 8:18:41 GMT -8
She shrugged about the cigarette case and followed him to where he'd motioned, somewhat more comfortable on boats than she had been years ago, considering where Genghis' headquarters were.
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