[color=00aeef][u][b]Far Harbor[/b][/u][/color]

“We’ve all lost people to the Fog, some are killed outright…some are driven mad. You’re kin were driven mad through no fault of their own. I think we can accept that,” Avery nodded as she leaned back in her seat, “We’ve had more than a few Harborfolk over the years go missing in the fog and turn up later ranting and raving, with a murderous look in their eye. It's a hard fact of life here.”

“As for the food situation,” Avery continued, “Yes things haven’t been easy lately. Our catch has been spoiled and our fishing boats come back laden with only mutated, half-dead things. It's been bad before…but not like this. Never like this. The farther we have to go out to find fresh catch the more dangerous it becomes and there’s more than a little concern that the mutated fish might mean our very waters are becoming toxic. Nobody wants to leave Far Harbor, and I doubt anyone would even if we had to. Which is why we have to figure this out. Luckily, we will have help.”

Avery took the food offered by the Trapper kinsman and waited until her host had already begun to eat before she began to eat herself,

[i]“You seem be getting relieved from famine by some Pre-Bomb rations of some kind. Does it have something to do with this “Acadia” that provided the muscle to defeat my feral kindred? I’ll need to hear who they are while we eat.”[/i]

“Those supplies are from Acadia, yes,” Avery nodded as she took a bite of lobster, “You might say we have something of an understanding with them. It's not really for me to say who they are, so all I’ll say is that they’re strange people with strange ways. They’ve done right by us so far though. They have a representative in Far Harbor right now if you want to speak with her. She’s close: up on the hill yonder at the old Admiral’s place overlooking the bay. I’m sure she’s already seen your ship coming in…”

[i]“My Kithband, the Trappers of Clan Spearshark and a few others, are skilled hunters and fisherfolk all. We also have considerable rations with us. Maybe in exchange for a few caps and some of your guides showing us around the island to the mad Trappers’ remains and old campgrounds, we could help your food problem? Have any idea what’s causing it?”[/i]

“Well….I suppose that could be arranged,” Avery agreed, “You have deep ties with your kinfolk and wish to pay your respects, I can appreciate that. Do you have any whiskey by chance? Old Longfellow might be  willing to take you for a few bottles. That’s his usual fee. He’s our best tracker and guide in Far Harbor. I will warn you though, inland things aren’t near as dangerous as they used to be, but that doesn’t mean it's safe. And if you’re looking to head to the eastern side, by the Children? Well I don’t think Longfellow would be willing to guide you there ....”

“What's causing it?” Avery continued with an exasperated sigh, “Depends on who you ask. How many salty Fisherman wisdoms and old legends are you willing to hear in one sitting? Some say it's just a bad year, some are saying it's The Red Death coming back for revenge, and if you talk to Allen Lee and his lot, well, everything is the fault of the Children of Atom now isn’t it? As for me, I’m not willing to entertain tall tales or accusations without evidence. I just want our fish back. That’s why I wanted Acadia to look into things…get to the bottom of it.”