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“Well since we seem to be lacking any funds for repairs I think we should find a financer.” said Garrinski.
“And who would just finance such a small vessel and for what cause?” scoffed Vash. He stood indignant, arms folded and legs crossed as the crowd flowed by. Garrinski thought for a moment on this statement.
*Indeed we’re not going to just get a handout, but there must be a way.* thought Garr. “We’ll we should probably check out a bank at the very least and see what we can find.” he stated.
The group made their way to in the inner parts of the city until they found a quaint little bank among a slum of a marketplace. This was obviously not the wealthiest part of the city, but it still did not deter the optimism Garrinski felt for finding a solution to the ship’s current problems. They entered the small bank building and approached an elderly woman working at the counter.
“Excuse me ma’am but my associates and I were interested in securing a loan,” began Garrinski.
The old woman eyed the three men over slowly before she started to speak, “That’s well and fine, but I have to say sir from where I stand I don’t think this or any bank could give ANY fund to a group such as yourselves. It’s just not good business, I mean to be honest with you…” she leaned in close and began to whisper, “that one there smell terrible,” she said pointing at Flashy discreetly, “and isn’t that one blind?”
“Blind not deaf, I’ll be outside,” grumbled Vash as he went out the front door.
“I’m sorry sir, you look nice enough. It’s just all the ships around these parts don’t last long unless they’re financed by one of the private companies. Let’s see there’s Nous, TradeWind Company,” as she trailed on for a moment she realized Garrinski was thinking on his own. “To be honest I think with the looks of you three you might just be better off going to see the philanthropist of these parts. He’s been known to be very generous to many of the poor city folk and he started many programs to help those with little to no money.” Garrinski smiled kindly at the woman when she began describing the man, “Here, I’ll write down some directions to his place so you can sit and talk with him yourself.”
Garrinski thanked the old woman and followed the directions to this mysterious man’s address. They arrived at a tall brick building. It wasn’t far from the slums they were in, but the gate and décor from the outside was quite immaculate. A few knocks at the door and some rustling inside lead to a face to face with a very old gentleman answering the door.
“May I help you sir?” asked the gentleman to Garrinski.
“We were sent here to find a Mr. Pike. Would that be you by chance?” queried Garrinski.
“Ah, Nicholas!” the old man started, “Yes, yes, yes, this is his residence as well. Quite odd though he hasn’t been back since he left with that Westing gent awhile back. Oh, wait there’s Sarah, perhaps she might be able to help you.”
A woman running apparently came straight towards the front of the building from down the street. She was trying to catch her breath, but wouldn’t spare a break as she tried to speak with the old gentlemen.
“Mr. Quiton,” she gasped, “You must…..come…..help. It’s Nick. They’ve taken….Nick. PLEASE!” Sarah pleaded.
“My dear please tell me what happened. Who took him? Where is he now?” asked Mr. Quiton looking on with much distress.
“It was that bodyguard of Mr. Westings. He came to our store and took them both. Nick was with a friend…although I think he was a friend. But they nearly destroyed my store before he came out with both of them in hand. I-I don’t know what he wanted with him,” she began to start to cry now breaking her words up even more, “p-please …M-m-mr. Q-quiton. Y-you must help him.” she rushed to the old man’s chest burying her face in his fine jacket.
“We’ll go to the authorities dear, don’t worry. I’m sure we can straighten this out.” said Mr. Quinton trying to console the young woman. “It will be ok I…”
“STOP IT! You know they won’t do anything! Mr. Westing pays half of them out of pocket and the rest are too scared of his private security team to even go up to his house!” Sarah cried out. She began to finally attempt to compose herself.
Garrinski stepped up behind the grief stricken woman and spoke quite solemnly, “If this Mr. Pike is as generous as we’ve been told than I suppose it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he should be able to finance us so we can have a sailable ship once again, would it?”
“W-what?” sniffed Sarah turning to this strange new man.
“We don’t even know if he has the spare money to help us,” said Vash trying to see if Garrinski had thought this through.
“No, he has plenty…” Mr. Quiton began, “but even if he doesn’t I swear if you will bring him back to us I’ll do all that I can to help you gentlemen be on your way.”
“Please sir,” started Flashy. He had been minding only himself for quite some time and still maintained a focused stare at the ground before him, “We are in no need of your praise or manners, perhaps barely above those of pirates are our morals held.”
“His words are true enough, but as we’re at a standstill with our ship this is something we will do regardless.” stated Garrinski.
Sarah broke down again. She didn’t know how three men would ever be able to rescue her friend from the most feared crime lord in all of Virwitch, but she had to try and compose herself for a few more minutes. She gave the three strangers the only information she had about the man thought responsible for Mr. Pike’s disappearance. With the home address of this known crime lord in hand the men left to seek out this kind giant whose heart had touched the black streets and cold gutters of Virwitch’s underside.
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Topic: The Legacy: Chapter 4-Virwitch City of Ambitions
Posted on March 27, 2009 02:09
