Gift Fic #1 for SirSpain-de-Hearts"Suiker, kaneel, peper…" Abel muttered to himself as he marked off the items from the list he was holding while inspecting the copious amounts of boxes before him in the storeroom. His crew was resting up elsewhere, probably reacquainting themselves with their 'special lady friends' but he still had work to do. It took a long time to get here and it would be a waste of money if their precious trading commodities had been lost or spoiled along the way. And everyone knew wasting money was just about one of the worst crimes one could commit.Gift Fic #1 for SirSpain-de-Hearts2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he walked along the rows upon rows of boxes, all marked with the official symbol for the Vereenigde Oostindische Compagnie, the Dutch East Indian [Trading] Company, he heard a strange sound from the leftmost corner of the room. Calmly yet with deliberation, he strode towards the sound. If a stupid mouse had gotten into one of the boxes and was now consuming the precious trade goods, he wouldn't forgive it!
The sound turned out to