Making Port with the last of the Laurents Subject: Making Port Who: Mercedes Dupont Where: Dover Port Warnings: none Open to: Augustine Laurent
The crossing had been quick this time, and Mercedes was thankful enough for that. It had not been the easiest of pick-ups, with Dunkerque crawling with soldiers and revelling, drunken Revolutionaries. But they had made it out, although he and his latest cargo had had to get their feet wet in the attempt. Better have damp boots than lack a head, of course.
The Apollian bumped against the quayside, and he smiled to himself for another job well-done. Very well done indeed, although he hadn't managed to get any more of Aimé's belongings, he believed he had found something much, much better. Aimé would be so pleased, of course. He couldn't wait to share with him the news of his brother's return from the Revolutionary camp.
"Monsieur Laurent?" He called to the man, "Welcome to England. Vous êtes chanceux il ne pleut pas." The merchant added with a wide grin as his shipmen set down the gangplank and made the ship fast to the docks. "Would you join me?"