At the shore-end of the docks, Capros was in the midst of a spirited discussion on the finer points of ownership.<span style="color: #FF8000">"It's my boat,"</span>he said as he stood firm, arms crossed and eyes staring out fixedly from beneath his bronze helm.<span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm a fisherman, I fish, that's what I fish with."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">"Your boat's been tied in my dock for weeks without any kind of pay, so now it's mine. Same with the nets inside it."</span>The dock's owner looked down on the man before him.<span style="color: #FFFFBF">"Nothing's free, and you never looked for anyone to pay. If you wanted to keep it you really shouldn't have-"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"-If you want to keep any two planks of wood together in this entire port,"</span>Capros interrupted,<span style="color: #FF8000">"it would be wise not to scam me."</span><br/><br/>The owner laughed.<span style="color: #FFFFBF">"You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood, a threat like that could see you in trouble with the militia."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I AM MILITIA!"</span>Capros shouted, pointing a finger at his helm.<span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm not going to tell you again, I-"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">"-Get out of here or I'll have you and that boat of yours sunk together!"</span>Without looking back, the dock's owner walked off, grumbling loudly about the pig before him.<br/><br/>Frustrated as he was, Capros had a slight smile on his lips as he slowly left the dock, ignoring the fact that most there had heard the exchange and were staring at him. He walked towards the nearest building and rested his back against it, pushing his helm up and back a little to let his head literally cool. This was a setback, but in a way Capros had come to be fond of such setbacks. Anything that interfered with the plans Artemis laid for him was her problem, and she either had to fix it herself or give him the permission to do so. One reversed the power in the relationship for a few precious seconds, the other was becoming more and more enjoyable every time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic">He's not the one. Harassing fishermen is Poseidon's problem, and he has someone in the area.</span></span>Capros never liked the way Artemis whispered to him, she spoke on the wind and he would hear as it passed by.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic">Someone else is there too. They're both looking for what they are.</span></span>Not that it mattered to Capros, Artemis was rarely the sort of team player to include her pawns in joint ventures.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic">This could become a hunt. Stick around.</span></span>The fisherman slammed his fist into the mud wall behind him.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic">And don't worry about your boat. They probably have transportation across the water.</span></span><br/><br/>Great. He wasn't allowed to bring the place down around the owner's ears, nor to leave. He was to wait, absolutely his least favorite command. Of course, directly disobeying Artemis was well out of the question...