Freeport Jamaica - Bar & Office

[Byron]

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The Bar

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Actually, Elena had just travelled to Freeport One to buy some new shiny equipment for her ship, but since she was already here, she decided to have a look at the pub. A place she thought she would know kind of, as she had lived on the Freeport a few years ago. The moment she entered it though, she was completely baffled, as she smelled the scent of drugs in the air. Smoke was everywhere, even though the room was quite empty. What the..? This is the pub? - It must have gone through some really radical changes since I was here the last time…

She went directly to the bar. What shall it be, Lady?, the barkeeper welcomed Elena with a heavy Bretonian accent. He studied her for a short moment. I see you could need something more … high-proof.

She laughed. Forget it, I’m being dried out at the moment. Gimme something alcohol-free. We have that too, Lady, give me a moment, the barkeeper said and looked behind the counter, bending down. Meanwhile, Elena looked around, as she noticed a young blonde woman in the corner, drinking something that looked like … wait … tea?! Drugs? Tea? What’s going on? This bar has really changed – a lot, she thought.

We’ve some delicious tea, Lady, the barkeeper explained. Nah, thanks, I’m not Bretonian … you know, a glass of water’s enough, strawberry flavored if possible. While he made a grab for the water bottle, Elena slouchingly leaned over the bar. You know, this pub has changed pretty much I see, and I’m curious … who’s the administrator responsible for all this?