Salty spray splattered Rook's face. The boat rocked under him as the dawn slowly crept up into the sky. His gloved hands yanking the large fishing net up along with the others out of the waves. He hated this sensation. The wet movement. It reminded him of the Shallows. How every board stepped on was a mystery if it would be stable or sink into the drenched mud. Moisture so thick in the air walking sometimes saw it cling to your skin. The heat of the Summer and chill of the Winter being the worst times for it.
But he needed to work to live and that meant taking a temporary job like this when it was available.
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The fishing boat trundled up to the dock. This day's haul was decent. Not horrible but definitely no chance for any kind of bonus pay. He had more work to do. The catch needed to be transported off the ship and to the stalls for sale. Already they had that smell. That fishy fish smell. The same kind that paired up with the scent of rotting wet vegetation to stink up the Shallows.
Could he never escape that place for a mere moment?
By the time the unloading was done morning was fully arrived. He walked over to the ship's captain and owner along with the other temporary help. The same handful of coins was counted out to him as was to everyone else. A couple silvers and about ten coppers. Not much but better pay in a day than most places in a week or even a month.
Rook pocketed his pay and secured it away in a hidden place. Then he began to walk down the docks of Alliria. Tired. Hungry. Smelling of salt, sea, and fish.
But he needed to work to live and that meant taking a temporary job like this when it was available.
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The fishing boat trundled up to the dock. This day's haul was decent. Not horrible but definitely no chance for any kind of bonus pay. He had more work to do. The catch needed to be transported off the ship and to the stalls for sale. Already they had that smell. That fishy fish smell. The same kind that paired up with the scent of rotting wet vegetation to stink up the Shallows.
Could he never escape that place for a mere moment?
By the time the unloading was done morning was fully arrived. He walked over to the ship's captain and owner along with the other temporary help. The same handful of coins was counted out to him as was to everyone else. A couple silvers and about ten coppers. Not much but better pay in a day than most places in a week or even a month.
Rook pocketed his pay and secured it away in a hidden place. Then he began to walk down the docks of Alliria. Tired. Hungry. Smelling of salt, sea, and fish.