Posts from Peter Duff (Goeden Dag) Auto-translated

Before him lay a wide assortment: there was a decent shop selling tobacco and hashish, there were clothes made in different countries, and there was a small store selling products from some kind of arms manufacturer. There was even a shop selling fresh air in cans.

Peter bought new clothes, tobacco, haggled for a long time with the armorer, who was charging an exorbitant price for cartridges of the right caliber, caught and beat up some pickpocket, drank a beer, and with a slightly more unsteady gait than usual, headed to the port to report to the captain.

The ship was docked where it was supposed to be. The captain stood at the side and looked around. Seeing Peter, he was glad.

- There are no Ceres in the town. I haven't yet figured out where she went. Should I continue the search?

The captain laughed. "Where have you been all this time, Duff?"

- In the gendarmerie.

– What, did you apply for a job or something? Or were you just gathering information?

- I would have found out everything anyway... The House of Ceres turned out to be ransacked. By some goblin, as I heard. Well, and then the gendarmes arrived. There was no way to escape. I had to spend some time in a cell. And today, they released me.

– Oh, things are quite complicated for you, – Antonio rubbed his forehead. – Should I join you? We’re not setting sail yet anyway; we’re waiting.

- Well, I'll go and find out what's going on. I'll have all the information by evening. We'll see what happens then. If you need me, ask in "Whale's Belly".

--Well, good luck!

Peter entered the tavern, ordered brandy, and began questioning the owner about Cerere. "Basically, I want to know everything about her, Eddie. And I need to know it quickly," Peter finished. "By the way, is my room still available?"

– A room? Yes, of course, I’m keeping one available just in case, buddy! And as far as I know, Ceres returned to the house the day before yesterday. At least yesterday, some girl was cleaning up and installing new windows; it seemed to be her.

- What a nasty thing! Well, never mind. Let's visit her again. And send someone to the port. Let them find the brig "Winged" and tell Captain Antonio to wait for me here in three hours.
Peter finished his drink and went back to the house he already knew.

There were still a lot of broken glass pieces scattered around that house, but the windows had new panes. The door was old, the one that had been previously broken, but now it had been put back in place, albeit not perfectly. All of this gave hope that Eddie's words would prove true.