Scene 82
With the beer helping me misplace my steps, I headed down to the docks. I was pretty sure I’d find help there.
“You lookin’ for somethin’ cap?” asked a woman coming up to me. Her clothes were ragged, feet dirty to the point I couldn’t tell what color they might be, her hair a bird’s nest. Her one feature - a sailor’s handkerchief knotted at her neck - made me stop to ask. “Yes, I’m looking for some sailors to help me get my ship off ...
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