<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">Matt Redfern in the Tavern</span><br/> <br/>Drinking alone in a tavern wasn’t exactly what Matt Redfern had planned. Sitting with his tattered white shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, he polished his harmonica. There were no buttons on his worn shirt, only a tie at the bottom to keep it out of the way of his belt. He wore a handkerchief on his head to keep his long dark locks out of his eyes. He kept a small knife on his belt, for the small tasks, and of course to keep him safe.<br/> <br/>The harmonica was one of the only things, for Matt, which made time on a ship go by faster. He had just spent the last of his pay on his ale, and was hoping to get out to sea soon. He leaned back and slipped the harmonica into his pocket, and watched the door. Hopefully there will be a captain come in soon looking for an able cabin boy.</span>