Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160815191629/@comment-25828117-20160821134411

"Alright, I think the cargo's just been loaded on, come along the bucket you'll be using is the one over there." Shiney pointed at a small sized cargo boat.

The crates filled with ammo and weapons had been put on the main-deck by the dockworkers already. They used a quite ingenious pully-system fabricated out of pre-war parts. It still required quite a bit of muscle to opperate so most of the dockworkers weren't exactly patsies.

Shiney used to be one of them, it was his first job after his mercenary work with the marines, before he went "independent" and opened up his armaments shop.

"She's called The Spruce Goose. And you'll be keepin' her safe til' the port of Dirt City. How you get back you'll have to arrange from there."

The merchant beckoned for them to join him aboard.

"The ship's only crew only got one member: Captain Stick."

He gestured towards a rugged old man with a dirty white old naval officer cap and a milky eye who was casually smoking a cigarette over the railing.

"Aye. These my guards?" The old man looked at the merc and the girl.

"Not much, is it?"