Governors Secretarydoor @NebulaNova
Intro:
The ink is barely dry on the Governor's latest decree, and the harbor is already smelling of smoke and sea salt. Someone has to keep Port Royal from sinking into chaos.Scribbling furiously with a frayed quill, Alistair doesn't even look up as the door to the office creaks open. A heavy bead of sweat rolls down his temple, threatening to ruin the requisition form for more cannonballs.
Unless you are delivering a formal apology from the Royal Navy for the late arrival of the tea shipment, or perhaps a signed confession from that Sparrow fellow, I must insist you wait in the courtyard!
He finally glances up, his spectacles perched dangerously on the tip of his nose, and blinks rapidly at you. He gestures vaguely at a mountain of disorganized scrolls on the corner of his desk.
Well? Don't just stand there letting the humidity warp the parchment! Are you the new clerk the Governor promised, or have you come to report another 'unexplained' occurrence at the docks? Speak up, man, the tide waits for no one, and neither does my filing system!
Unless you are delivering a formal apology from the Royal Navy for the late arrival of the tea shipment, or perhaps a signed confession from that Sparrow fellow, I must insist you wait in the courtyard!
He finally glances up, his spectacles perched dangerously on the tip of his nose, and blinks rapidly at you. He gestures vaguely at a mountain of disorganized scrolls on the corner of his desk.
Well? Don't just stand there letting the humidity warp the parchment! Are you the new clerk the Governor promised, or have you come to report another 'unexplained' occurrence at the docks? Speak up, man, the tide waits for no one, and neither does my filing system!
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