“Hello?” cried Kayin at an odd looking ship parked across town from The Repose letting his voice echo a bit. He cried out a few more times for safe measure. He dared not walk in just crying out whenever there was an open window, or door. Any place with a potential human ear near by.
“Can I help ya son?” A grizzled, yet kindly old man called from behind the opening cargo bay door,”You’ve been doin’ a lot of catterwalin’, is there somethin’ you need?”
Kayin looked over the older man, “Yes. I’m looking for passage. The destination doesn’t matter, and I can’t offer much other than labor. A man named Jacks spoke highly of a ship across town from where I was, and hopefully I found the right one...Read More