[color=00aeef][u][b]Old Longfellow - On The Docks[/b][/u][/color]

[i]“hey what’s going on in there? is this do with what you found on the dock?"[/i]

Longfellow stopped and turned with an angry drunken glare. The last people he wanted to talk to right now were more mainlanders,

"Aye you could say that," He replied sternly, "We found a man drowned in the wat....ah hell, who gives a shit. Someone gutted that newcomer like a trout. One of the two you and Corrine found up at Acadia. Slit his throat and tossed him in the sea. The other one, the woman, is going on about people not being real-people or some mainland nonsense. Institute this, Synth that. Whatever. I'm going to go lie down..." 

With that Longfellow walked off, mumbling profanities under his breath.