by Fyren » Mon Jan 13, 2014 1:35 am
After long weeks of hard work and good winds I was finally on my way home. Now the proud owner of a wonderful new ship, when - out of the nowhere - suddenly this pirate turned up and stole my wonderful new ship from me.
All the hard work for nothing....all the suffering for nothing.....nothing left except of anger and the lust for revenge...no one in the harbour was willing to help...the officials - useless. There was just enough money left to drown my sorrows, may anger with cheap booze, in the cheapest tavern. Telling the tavern keeper my story did not get me any sympathies or better booze, but suddenly I felt this hand on my shoulder and a low, silent voice invited my for a drink and WAS interested in my story. The voice belonged to the leader of a group of Somalis. I told them my story and the last thing I remember was that my glass of booze seemed to be always full. The next thing I remember was that the Tavern Keeper woke me up next day. I was alone, I was not sure if I had dreamed that encounter or if it was real. The headaches where definitely real. And where did all the money in my pockets came from....