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Apr. 8th, 2009 03:39 pmFrank, I've found someone daft enough to risk it. He wants to go at dark of the moon, though - that's the 25th, will you be able to arrange things by then? I have to leave him a deposit to make sure he won't ship out on another job, so let me know as soon as you can, if that date will work.
There are tonnes of stories told about the English Triangle - that's what they've dubbed it in the Muggle news on this side - and the ships that disappear along the currents there. It's one of the reasons I've not had success engaging a ship before now. A few sailors claim to have been close enough on their course to feel bitter cold, pins-and-needles and a deep sense of foreboding when they're out on deck.
They also describe feeling Confunded and losing time. When they come back to themselves, they're far off-course, in some cases by leagues. That's if they come back at all.
Now, how much is truth and how much are fish tales? Won't know until we try, I suppose.
So. We've got some preparing to do if we're going to get round the protections. And I'm going to have to push some Laszlo stock if I'm going to raise the fee our Captain is demanding. I had no choice, really - no one would do it for less.
All of which means I'll be heading back to bloody Calais as soon as I've confirmed things with Captain Collins. At least the weather's improving. (Oh, and did I mention I have a flat there now? In Henrich Laszlo's name, of course. Charming landladies who insist on feeding me when I'm there.)
There are tonnes of stories told about the English Triangle - that's what they've dubbed it in the Muggle news on this side - and the ships that disappear along the currents there. It's one of the reasons I've not had success engaging a ship before now. A few sailors claim to have been close enough on their course to feel bitter cold, pins-and-needles and a deep sense of foreboding when they're out on deck.
They also describe feeling Confunded and losing time. When they come back to themselves, they're far off-course, in some cases by leagues. That's if they come back at all.
Now, how much is truth and how much are fish tales? Won't know until we try, I suppose.
So. We've got some preparing to do if we're going to get round the protections. And I'm going to have to push some Laszlo stock if I'm going to raise the fee our Captain is demanding. I had no choice, really - no one would do it for less.
All of which means I'll be heading back to bloody Calais as soon as I've confirmed things with Captain Collins. At least the weather's improving. (Oh, and did I mention I have a flat there now? In Henrich Laszlo's name, of course. Charming landladies who insist on feeding me when I'm there.)
