Another day at port.
Another crate to count.
Everything seems to be going just about right… but where the hell did this thing come from? There’s nothing on it. No paper, no holes to see what’s inside, no crew member to keep an eye on it. Must’ve been left behind. Someone’s going to end up on spending the night in the crow’s nest if that’s the case.
Oh well, it’s not my problem. Time to finish the count and then get some lunch… hmm. Wonder what that was. Sounded like a knock… ehh, screw it. I’m hungry.Read More...