A Simple Trade
Oct. 18th, 2007 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2007-10-21 12:31 am (UTC)"Gold coins are always the best, Spoon." Even not taking into account the werewolf thing.
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Date: 2007-10-21 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-21 12:40 am (UTC)Being Spoon, his first thought is I could take him.
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Date: 2007-10-21 12:44 am (UTC)"Mister Gibbs, it's been a while...I hear Jack lost the Pearl again? What can I do for you today?" Stump's voice is a baritone with a vaguely Dutch accent.
"I have some items to trade, as usual."
"Let me see." Gibbs shows off his take.
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Date: 2007-10-21 12:49 am (UTC)He's listening to Gibbs and the proprietor haggle, of course, but he'll only interject if Stump starts to smell like he's getting away with something more than usual.
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Date: 2007-10-21 01:04 am (UTC)"Spoon, see anything you want to trade for further?"
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Date: 2007-10-21 01:06 am (UTC)And food. Later there will be LOTS of food.
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Date: 2007-10-21 05:23 pm (UTC)"See any likely doors to try?"
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Date: 2007-10-21 06:54 pm (UTC)"Uh. Fuck if I know. First time I got there I was after potatoes in the cellar."
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Date: 2007-10-21 07:40 pm (UTC)Gibbs looks around the busy town. Doors everywhere. Many pubs, a few brothels, some merchants. "Pick one?"
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Date: 2007-10-21 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-22 01:48 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2007-10-22 02:16 am (UTC)"Going to have to find a place to spend the night, it seems."
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Date: 2007-10-23 01:33 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2007-10-23 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-23 05:01 pm (UTC)[ooc: end of chapter two, I believe]