Haizu T. Lam stood over the stiff, paralyzed, whimpering foreman for whom he'd worked for a while. They had been having an argument about his paycheck, which had resulted in Lam going... A bit ballistic.<br/>"Oh, bother," he mumbled to himself. He then stole the foreman's keys and went into the safe, collecting all the money within. Quickly cleaning out the relatively small container, he then ran out of the shipyard and into a local inn. He saw Pierce, and went straight to him.<br/>"Hey, do you need a shipwright? I need to get off the island." He fidgeted with his bag of loot, a look of urgency on his face.