Port

Wim put on his fancy clothing for the first since leaving port. He lad lost weight, sea sickness had done that. He had gained a bit of muscle as everyone worked on the ship. There was only a few nobles at sea, the Captain and the Pilot. Everyone else could do something for the good of the ship. His shifts had been shorter than the men from the hold. Still it was an experience. He tried learn about navigation and reading the stars. The pilot did not want to share any of that knowledge.

The groans of lumber could be heard as the ship approached the dock and the lines were fastened. Wim decided to take his time leaving his rooms. There were no servants to carry thing for him and he was more afraid of being pushed overboard from one of the people that were not as lucky as he was with the cards.

Men shouted orders while others followed them. Feet shuffled there were bangs and thuds as lines were drawn tight and gang planks were moved into position. There was a cheer that went up as the cargo till the Sargents started to establish discipline in the ranks of new soldiers who had been sold a dream of land, freedom, and adventure.

Wim smiled as he finished packing his small locker and pack. It would be good to get onto shore. He hoped that his stomach and legs would work as spending that much time on a ship did have an effect on a person. Even now it felt like his legs were rocking with the motion of the waves even though the ship was not moving.

He was careful to put the money he had won in his locker. He carried a decoy coin purse with a note to the one who takes it to come call upon him when he was settled. It contained ten silver coins. Pickpockets loved to prey on nobles and ones that were recovering from being at sea, well. One pirate, Till, was probably the most likely. The man had a tell about a ship’s mast wide if you got him drinking enough, the truth was everyone did and Wim had made a point of setting things up so that the big win would occur right before coming into port. He had spent the first half of the trip setting this up. Buying the good alcohol and stock piling it in his chest. Till had caused him to go through the entire stockpile.

Wim drank or gambled but never at the same time. His hands did not work as well when he had been drinking. He had spent the night nursing a single drink.

He played it somewhat honest from the beginning of the trip. Moving the money from one person to another based on how well he could read their tells. He worked it so he could fleece the whole lot, till Till showed up for the big game. Till had made him work to take that pot. Getting the other players drunk enough that a few of them would still be drunk.

“Till would be a good partner to work with,” Wim thought wondering where the sailor went and keeping an eye out.

“Good day, Your Holiness,” he said to the elegant priestess as he came up on the deck. There was a lot of things that he liked about her. But the sword and chain she wore made him think twice about liking things.

“It is nice to finally be in port,” he said trying to be charming. He had not talked with her much. He did not think the she would have approved of his activities.

“A new place and a grand adventure,” he said.

He looked for Sir Eudon. He had one bottle of wine left as a present for him.