Finally, today I’ve found some proper work to do. Well, let’s say work that got me paid in the end – you cannot call that Nomad hassle I described above “work” in any way. As I watched how I slowly ran out of money, my employee came exactly at the right moment.
After having a nice chit-chat with a buddy of mine, Sarah – better known under her callsign “Chrysaelis” -, we met a Gateway trader who was willing to pay us for escorting him on his trade route (which was quite confusing, to be honest).
Of course scouting ahead can be dangerous at times, but how should I’ve known that New York (which we had to pass three times) had turned into a chaotic warzone that evening?! I had been looking forward to, you know, meeting some small pirates on the way to shoot down, but it didn’t work out as I thought. West Point had been blockaded by the Hellfire Legion – which I really didn’t want to meet (let’s say I’ve got some problems with these guys), and an Outcast fleet was moving towards Norfolk – they together had wiped out the whole Libertonian Navy or forced it to retreat.
Still we managed to survive – though with a really close encounter at West Point -, and at the end of the day, I didn’t get paid badly at all. Finally, I’ve got some more money to play around with. You know – weapons, equipment, maybe even a new ship, and let’s not forget about a good ol’ drink at Trenton.
