“It arrived, good. Put it down over there.” The crew placed
the large iron chest on the floor. They went below to unload more items.
During the Bar Wars Cadmus had enough foresight to have some
items removed from the building and hidden in several locations. Slowly, over
the months, items returned from distant shores.
Scottie and Sky held their breath as much as possible as they crept into the stench-filled, darkened warehouse which connected to the bar known as Ahab’s Bane. As they carefully made their way across the large room towards the bar Scottie said in a hushed tone, “What the?” Sky quickly covered her mouth to keep from bursting with laughter.
Carrying buckets of paint, the crewmen slowly returned one by one from all over town.
Hob, the gnarled old sailor, came in whistling a sea shanty.
The Captain drew smoke from his pipe. “Did you do it?”
Hob winked. “As pretty as a picture.”
Cadmus smiled. “Good! Any trouble?”
Cadmus entered the dimly lit tavern. Old Hob was at station manning the bar. The den was scarcely populated. A few locals and some of his crew huddled close to their drinks.
“Where is the crew of the Rasputina?” The Captain looked at Hob and hissed through clenched teeth. His pipe wreathed his head in smoke.