A Perilous Run
Port Peril is, or was, home.
It ain’t much but if offered 18 silvers day guarding the warehouse. Whether drugged or beaten or both, the
night’s events were not retreivable. The one time they didn’t cheat at dice is the time they get accused of it.
Fate or destiny does not shine well on honest men in this town.
At least they were shanghai’d together. Waking up with spliting headaches, the stench of rum, wine, sweat, urine
and heat is probably the worst way to wake up on a ship.