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Working at the dockyard meant Fillmore saw just about everyone who came and went from Swynlake Port. That was why he had taken the job, anyway, so he could keep an eye on things and gauge what ship might give him the best opportunity to escape the port and return home to the mainland. Of course, the downside of working where the ships came in meant that Fillmore constantly had to look over his shoulder in case someone who may recognize him showed up. 

So when he  bumped into someone while carrying a large crate, Fillmore jumped. “Oh, pardon,” he apologized, appraising the person-- he wasn’t sure if they had just departed a ship, were just about to board one, or was just there to watch them set sail. “Are you sure you should be over here in the dockyards? I think boarding is that way,” Fillmore explained, nodding as if to point in the right direction.

“Too bad I’m not a pirate,” sighed Phillip, taking a seat next to a beautiful woman at the tavern, pint of ale in his hand. “Because I’d love to plunder that booty of yours.”