The Docks, Wednesday Afternoon

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Edward had a habit of climbing things, but he did not, necessarily, have a habit of going out and about for exercise. He'd little cause to pass by the docks after he had found there were few ships to justify having docks at all; the only reason he was here now was because he was attempting to find something of a shortcut for his next mail run.

And so it was that he strode past the park, and rounded the corner, and came to a sudden, awestruck stop.

"Jaysus," he said, "She's beautiful."

If he were the sort of man inclined to sins like thievery, he thought he would surely put himself towards acquiring this Siren's Call. As it stood, though, he would look up and gape and wonder who had brought the vessel here, and if they had any inclination to pay handsomely for inexperienced crew.

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