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THE GRAND STORY OF THE SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE ADVENTURES OF BARON BRITPOP BLASTFURNACE
The Trap Is Sprung
Baron Britpop Blastfurnace • Part 21
The Trap Is Sprung
The sailor, Moubray, will take the narrative for the following events, which occurred in The Port Belly Inn. Snoffduffle was not present for most of them.
It was late, and me and the mates was finishing our dinner when sure enough the butler walked in. He scanned the room, saw us, and headed over to the table and sat down.
“I just heard the news of Baron Blastfurnace’s accident,” Stenfelt said as cool as you please.
“Twernt no accident. We did just what you asked. We waited until there was a storm to avoid suspicion, and sent them both over the side to their deaths,” I replied.
“I won’t pay extra for the other one,” Stenfelt said.
“Don’t expect ya to.”
“Very well. Meet me outside, and you will get your silver,” Stenfelt said. Then he got up and walked out the door.
We waited a minute and headed out after him. He was standing in the dark of the street waiting. We walked up to him. He handed us a sack of silver and said, “Our business is concluded.”
