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Post by Greywall on Oct 2, 2020 19:05:43 GMT -5
The island of Stafford in Ulster-Gaelia was home of the one of the more active ports for the UK, shipping from the continent to the islands and even to the Shawbalt.
Despite the larger ports on the main islands, Stafford was always flooded with ships bringing in crew and people from all over. Many ended up feeding the thriving port economy of inns and restaurants, but pubs made a bullion of coin from travelers looking for a drink. The best pub, The Green and Yale, was owned by Arthur Wallace.
Wallace had almost every type of beer on tap, and could make any drink that suited tastes from native Gaelia to Nevarra.
Only time would tell, what kind of crowd would come into the pub, for now some native Gaelian Celts were enjoying draughts discussing the latest football game.
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Post by Moshel-Generał on Oct 2, 2020 19:20:10 GMT -5
The entrance to the pub would be opened by Captain Guryunhirude Sereniti, an officer of the Crimson Fleet. She walked up to the bar and seated herself, signalling to the barkeeper. "Any good drinks tonight barkeep?" she asked, fishing through a sack in her coat. "Preferably stronger than beer." |
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Post by Greywall on Oct 2, 2020 21:02:39 GMT -5
Wallace reached under the bar pulling up two bottles, “well i just got this brandy from Kolumbia that’s getting popular around here, and through some...unofficial means, some vodka from the shahs personal stash. Unopened, so it’ll be expensive.”
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Post by Moshel-Generał on Oct 2, 2020 21:13:25 GMT -5
Guryunhirude raised an eyebrow at Wallace's statement. "Unofficial means to get some Vodka from the Shah?" She'd tap the bar top with a finger. "Got any proof of that?"
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Post by Greywall on Oct 3, 2020 9:09:29 GMT -5
Wallace chuckled as he poured a shot of the vodka, “Best to not ask many questions captain, things work differently here compared to the rest of the uk.”
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Post by Moshel-Generał on Oct 3, 2020 10:34:49 GMT -5
She would take the shot and look at it. "To bad I can't get the taste of home anywhere," she muttered half to herself before drinking it. "How much you want for the whole bottle?" She pulled out a gold doubloon. "I got a few of these left over from way back when."
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Post by Greywall on Oct 4, 2020 22:00:34 GMT -5
Wallace nodded, "If home is what you wanted, I have some of this" he blew dust off an old bottle of red colored wine. "I think this might be the closest thing I have from your homeland."
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Post by Moshel-Generał on Oct 5, 2020 11:44:01 GMT -5
"I'll wait for them to finally break isolation," Guryunhirude said shrugging. "Rumor has it the upcoming Ten'nō is going to host a party." She downed another shot of the vodka. "Which means I will have to play chaperon for some foreigners." The Captain looked pissed. "I finally got settled into you people's surface life as well."
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Post by Greywall on Oct 6, 2020 20:02:30 GMT -5
"You mean, got settled not being burned by the sun right?" Wallace jokingly referred, "So, the Pratics are finally opening their country? Should be interesting, at any rate i'm sure the Crimson Fleet will still be out here with us Celts on the high seas. Plenty of mercenary and escort work for you lot." Wallace poured another shot of vodka before sliding a cool mug of beer to a Gaelian sailor that pulled up dropping his coin without saying a word, another local regular that drank the same beer after coming home from a round of shipping Staol to the colonies.
"Cheers Wallace" the man gave a puzzled look at Captain Sereniti before Wallace gave a cough to break the man's gaze. Wallace just mumbled about how some locals forget Stafford was filled with foreigners from all corners of Ouhiri.
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Post by Moshel-Generał on Oct 6, 2020 20:16:03 GMT -5
"I mean settled as in used to your culture," the Captain said rolling her eyes. "It took me seven decades to wear pants. The Admiral herself still doesn't." She took the other shot before tossing the pure gold coin at the barkeep. "Do take care not to do anything stupid. I would hate to lose a good bar again."
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Post by Greywall on Oct 6, 2020 20:47:28 GMT -5
Wallace pocketed the gold coin taking a double take of it, "Appreciate ya's Cap, always welcomed here."
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Post by Greywall on Feb 19, 2021 13:48:28 GMT -5
Wallace had to close up shop for the moment, the outbreak had crippled the local shipping economy and he needed to cut losses. He locked up the pub and went to his flat. For four straight days he did nothing, laying about listening nonstop to the radio, even the gridiron and hockey games were postponed making it even worse.
"Bloody quarantine, it's hell." He got so bored he began reorganizing his home, he found his old war uniform and rifle and decided to hang the old Model 4 on the wall. But it did little to cull his boredom, he opened some junk mail and saw an ad for a local shop on the island.
QUARANTINE SPECIAL, TWO PUZZLES FOR .50 PENCE. BOOKS HALF OFF, RADIOS IN STOCK (not on sale).
He decided to order the two puzzles and a pair of books he had been meaning to read. He got on the telephone and ordered them, they were to be delivered within an hour or two. After what seemed like an eternity a knock came to his door, "Sir! I have your parcels here!" he opened the door and saw a young boy holding some packages wrapped in brown paper. "Thanks lad, you're a life saver, how much?" without hesitation the boy said, "5 pounds sir!" Wallace pulled two bills from his pocket, both had the face of King Richard on them showing they were 5 pound bills. "There's one for the store, one for you lad. Now run along enjoy the day." the boy's expression lit up, this was a huge tip compared to the pence he'd receive. He ran off as Wallace closed the door to his flat, he opened the packages. Two puzzles, one of the Emerald Palace and another of a Royal Spitfire. Two books, one about the history of naval exploration of the Shawbalt and one that was basically an erotica romance. "I hope he didn't see this one..."
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