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pirate_gibbs) wrote2007-10-18 08:07 pm
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A Simple Trade
Gibbs has led Spoon away from the docks, away from the shacks and lean-tos that make up the majority of the buildings near the ocean, and uphill towards larger houses. By most standards, these wouldn't qualify as mansions, but the Economy of Tortuga operates on a small scale.
"See that one, Spoon? That's the home of Emile Duvall, one of the few successful merchants on this lsland. And a friend of the French establishment, as you might expect from his name. Thus a man whose taste in clothes is quite refined. I think he might appreciate the sort of fabric you have to offer.
"Or he would, were he home."
"See that one, Spoon? That's the home of Emile Duvall, one of the few successful merchants on this lsland. And a friend of the French establishment, as you might expect from his name. Thus a man whose taste in clothes is quite refined. I think he might appreciate the sort of fabric you have to offer.
"Or he would, were he home."
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"No luck, eh? Maybe I should try." And he picks a few bars, looking to see if any rather friendly bartenders are around but seeing none. And he surely sees no magic bar on the other side.
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"Going to have to find a place to spend the night, it seems."
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"I have a place, if you need it. It's not quite at the standards of Milliways, but I can promise that there are no pigs, and that the owner of the loft only accepts guests of a certain quailty." Meaning that when morning arrives, none of the guests will be dead or further impoverished.
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[ooc: end of chapter two, I believe]