Akiol pinched the brim of his straw steeple hat as a powerful gust of wind hit the harbor. This was the location given through Dr. Stewam's paper. A little fishing harbor. It provided fish to a more dilapidated city, it reminded Akiol slightly of Green Bay.
There was a fisherman fixing a net while sitting on a stool. Since he was the only one at the dock Akiol approached him and brandished the gold coin. The fisherman eyed it for a bit before responding, "Tough out of luck for that."
"I'm looking for information. Not the ride."
The fisherman's hands slowed as he shook his head, "What's there to know? Everyone involved in this mess is dead."
"I want to know what the mess is specifically."
"You went on this path without knowing what you're getting yourself into?", the fisherman suddenly laughed heavily, "You're either an idiot or a moron."
"Care to help out anyway?"
