"Hmm!" he made as he walked past the girl. She virtually had become part of the inventory since he came to the Old Halifax Boathouse. Probably had been before. They never talked about it. Why would they? It wouldn’t change a thing and he didn't mind her being there. Rooney was a whole different story, but he obviously came with the girl and that was that. The world knew worse things than him. God, did it know worse things!<br/><br/>On first look the envelope didn't seem particularly strange. "Did he say anything? The delivery guy, I mean.". Could have been from the Union, the Captain, his ex-wife – nah, she didn’t have his address. Neither this one nor that of the small apartment above the tavern. Well, couldn’t be too important if the delivery guy gave it to some girl who claimed she knew the receiver.  Bram snatched the envelope and walked over to the old, worm-eaten desk. A long time ago it might have been grand, but now it was just an old memory covered with paper work and old newspapers. There was a hidden compartment, as well, but so far Bram hadn’t cared to open it. Wouldn’t have been too hard, judging by the desk’s state, but he didn’t really want to damage the thing. After all, it was the captain’s.<br/><br/>"I don’t assume you brought enough for two?" Bram carefully sat down on the chair that was as old as the desk. He had brought the folding chairs, but for some inexplicable reason he simply couldn’t bring himself to throwing out the uncomfortable, wooden rotary chair. It was quite unlike him, but still.<br/>The paper knife – if any place still had one it was the old Halifax place – carefully cut the envelope.<em>Let’s see what we have here...</em><br/>