Part VII | Only Seafoods | The Paisley Crystal Ball
The sunfaded, yellow-orange neon sign barely glowed in the dusk when it was removed by a Legionnaire from the Roman's 9th Legion that disappeared centuries earlier in what is now present-day Scotland.
"The entire Legion disappeared in the Northern forests and only the boy returned." Captain Jack was still sitting at the table drinking whiskey, but everyone else had left. Outside a train whistle screamed in the night as the first steam engine rolled into town bringing with it the first ever City Circus in Paisley City.
Just then, Captain Dakari entered the Swindler's Den and sat down opposite Jack. He brought with him a large bottle of Caribbean rum and asked the staff for a glass. As Dakari proceeded to pour himself a glass of rum, passengers began spilling out of the railway car doors and into the station.
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"Do you mean to tell me you DID see Davy Jones, but NOT in New Orleans?" François was frustrated and Brigette wasn't exactly forthcoming with her responses.
"Where else do you think I might have seen him?" Brigette raised her wine glass to her lips, but François's hand caught it halfway.
"Maybe we should discuss this later. This place is crawling with mercenaries and I think a train just rolled into town." François grabbed Brigette by one hand and half-led, half-pulled her down the street to the Swindler's Den.
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