Though his memories felt as if seen through frosted glass, the words -spoken in his posh tones- echoed in his skull as he studied the shipping manifest on the clipboard in front of him. The XO of the merchant ship, which was still busy docking, stood a tad impatiently off to the side, exhaling deep and pointed sighs as she waited for Lockwood to finish reviewing the paperwork that had been presented to him.
It was a simple enough task, really, he just needed to compare the paperwork the XO had handed him, to the paperwork he’d been given that morning as he’d reported to work on the docks. It was his cover, for the foreseeable future, that of dock master, which had sounded a lot more glamourous when he’d first read about it.
Now, as he studied two sets of documents made out in a language, he could not make heads or tails of, Lockwood was feeling less sanguine about his temporary job. Time to fake it.
Smiling, beatifically, towards the unimpressed XO, Lockwood made apologetic noises and gracefully detached himself from the end of the plank that connected the ship to the dock. Crossing purposefully back towards the dock masters shack, he ducked inside and grabbed someone who he suspected was not native. ]
Excuse me, quick question. [ Smiling winsomely, he held out the clipboard. ] Any chance you can read what’s on these papers?
Lost at Sea
Though his memories felt as if seen through frosted glass, the words -spoken in his posh tones- echoed in his skull as he studied the shipping manifest on the clipboard in front of him. The XO of the merchant ship, which was still busy docking, stood a tad impatiently off to the side, exhaling deep and pointed sighs as she waited for Lockwood to finish reviewing the paperwork that had been presented to him.
It was a simple enough task, really, he just needed to compare the paperwork the XO had handed him, to the paperwork he’d been given that morning as he’d reported to work on the docks. It was his cover, for the foreseeable future, that of dock master, which had sounded a lot more glamourous when he’d first read about it.
Now, as he studied two sets of documents made out in a language, he could not make heads or tails of, Lockwood was feeling less sanguine about his temporary job. Time to fake it.
Smiling, beatifically, towards the unimpressed XO, Lockwood made apologetic noises and gracefully detached himself from the end of the plank that connected the ship to the dock. Crossing purposefully back towards the dock masters shack, he ducked inside and grabbed someone who he suspected was not native. ]
Excuse me, quick question. [ Smiling winsomely, he held out the clipboard. ] Any chance you can read what’s on these papers?