So much for Sunberth being a place for opportunistic bastards but maybe Bob was aiming a little bit too high by trying to ask someone who was familiar with the docks. Like himself, he always thought that he was a lot more better than everyone else when it came to gambling so it should be the same with these deckhands as menial as their job may seem? Just look at them loading up the crates on the ship like one of those horses in Killroy. Of course Bob got an idea when he thought of that. Everyone whether they were the trainers, stablehands or customers only knew how to look at their prized beast, not the load that they were carrying. So why not become the load that no one cared about?
Of course he needed a distraction because to even get into one of the crates, Bob was going to need to avoid a lot of eyes. Not very likely even with the setting sun. Though he could wait until it was dark, with his luck those lazy Berths might quit to get drunk. He needed to do it now and with people who would take less pride in the docks like that Leg's supporter. Looking around he saw some youths walking along. If only he was lucky enough to have the opportunity to make some extra pocket money the way they would now when he was back in Zeltiva.
Going to them with a smile on his face he asked them whether "its a nice night isn't it?" and it was only going to get better for all of them because of the offer that "I need some help to trick a friend" who is [rpbably among the sailors that were loading up he pointed to "because he stiffed my on a gambling debt." Well that was the best excuse that he could think of and where do the youths come in? "You boys just need to cause a scene that would get him into trouble with his boss so that he would know that Robbie Boy means business." What was in it for them? "A gold mizas for each of you" that Bob pushed into their hands "and maybe if you do a good job there will be more easy jobs for you..." he suggested with a promising grin. "And boys? Make sure that its loud."
He would have stayed where he was to watch the action if he was really owed the money and if he actually could trust youths in Sunberth to not rat him out if they got caught. As soon they were closing the laborers, Bob started walking towards one of the more concealed crates at the ship and waited behind it until the noise started. Quickly giving a look around to confirm that all attention was on the commotion, he opened the top and went in. Forget Killroy, Hannah better have something special for him too with the lengths he was going through to save her. This stupid cramped up crate is not something he wanted to stay in for long otherwise.
Of course he needed a distraction because to even get into one of the crates, Bob was going to need to avoid a lot of eyes. Not very likely even with the setting sun. Though he could wait until it was dark, with his luck those lazy Berths might quit to get drunk. He needed to do it now and with people who would take less pride in the docks like that Leg's supporter. Looking around he saw some youths walking along. If only he was lucky enough to have the opportunity to make some extra pocket money the way they would now when he was back in Zeltiva.
Going to them with a smile on his face he asked them whether "its a nice night isn't it?" and it was only going to get better for all of them because of the offer that "I need some help to trick a friend" who is [rpbably among the sailors that were loading up he pointed to "because he stiffed my on a gambling debt." Well that was the best excuse that he could think of and where do the youths come in? "You boys just need to cause a scene that would get him into trouble with his boss so that he would know that Robbie Boy means business." What was in it for them? "A gold mizas for each of you" that Bob pushed into their hands "and maybe if you do a good job there will be more easy jobs for you..." he suggested with a promising grin. "And boys? Make sure that its loud."
He would have stayed where he was to watch the action if he was really owed the money and if he actually could trust youths in Sunberth to not rat him out if they got caught. As soon they were closing the laborers, Bob started walking towards one of the more concealed crates at the ship and waited behind it until the noise started. Quickly giving a look around to confirm that all attention was on the commotion, he opened the top and went in. Forget Killroy, Hannah better have something special for him too with the lengths he was going through to save her. This stupid cramped up crate is not something he wanted to stay in for long otherwise.
