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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2018 15:22:20 GMT -8
The old man sat back down.
"Is this a gift, or something for yourself?"
The craftsman ship seemed fine, if a little....cheap.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Sept 13, 2018 15:25:45 GMT -8
"I am looking for a gift."
He'd keep his thoughts to himself on the craftsmanship.
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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2018 15:27:23 GMT -8
He hummed.
"Does this person...know boats?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Sept 13, 2018 15:29:32 GMT -8
"Yes."
He assumed.
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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2018 15:34:11 GMT -8
He hummed.
"Come with me."
He stood, pulling down the sheet over his items and hanging his closed sign. He took the boat back and set it down before leading him around back, through a small alley and into his home. His wife was sitting in a chair, watching the territory news before sitting up as the old man opened a closet door. He reached inside and withdrew another sailboat, gently closing the door.
He'd offer it to Blake.
"This is the finest boat I've made. I decided a few days ago to sell it after keeping it for around twenty years. It's a bluenose, and very finely crafted."
Blake would be able to tell a distinct difference. This one weight more, felt far sturdier and did not appear made of cheap materials.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Sept 13, 2018 15:37:40 GMT -8
He'd slowly turn the boat around to examine it. His eyes squinting as he looked it over, being very gentle with it.
"How much for this one?"
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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2018 15:39:40 GMT -8
He sighed.
"Honestly, I have to do what I can to make money. The other one is probably worth a hundred. I can part with this for twelve hundred."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Sept 13, 2018 15:41:37 GMT -8
He'd nod slowly.
"And how much for lessons on how these things work?"
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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2018 15:50:15 GMT -8
He blinked.
"Uh, I don't usually take people out on my boat but...just to show you how to work it? Pay me full price, and I'll throw lessons in for free."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Sept 13, 2018 16:04:07 GMT -8
"I don't mind paying for the lessons and the boat."
Money wasn't important to him.
"Three grand for the lessons and model?"
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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2018 16:05:01 GMT -8
He blinked.
Then blinked again. His wife shat a brick.
"Y-yeah."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Sept 13, 2018 16:24:00 GMT -8
"Perfect."
It was settled then.
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Post by Conor Blaze on Sept 13, 2018 16:32:30 GMT -8
**TIME SKIP**
Blake knew a lot more about boats now, than he did before. He wasn't an expert by any means, but he knew what kind of boat it was he was carrying, knew how to sail, knew about wind direction, inboard and outboard motors and more.
He was now 3000 poorer though. (Will be removed from profile shortly)
The old man gestured.
"Cicero is the hovel units, near the boating docks. Just head down this road, take a left on Boatlift, head straight for the sea. You'll find yourself in cicero."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Sept 13, 2018 16:37:30 GMT -8
"Thank you."
He'd say bringing a fist to his chest and a small bow of his head before heading in that direction, the boat boxed up and carefully held.
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Post by Conor Blaze on Sept 13, 2018 16:39:13 GMT -8
He nodded, and let him go.
"Strange man..."
Blake would feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he started down the street.
As though....he were being watched.
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