William and his crew docked, Chrislan jumping off and tying down the small vessel port-side. The crew of now three looked famished, skinny and unkempt. The three sported rugged beards, but not so large that it looked as if they were castaways.
People were a bit weary of these newcomers. For one, they were wearing some strange sort of clothing, and two they looked lost, confused and tired at the stroke of midday. William strode into the market which was near to the docks. Wherever he went people tried to avoid him, a filthy street rascal, but Will wanted one thing; food. Chrislan caught him up whilst Bernhard stayed with their ship.
A man in a roughed up sailors outfit looked up at the new ship that had docked, with being in charge of ensuring the ships paying their tariffs to dock he walks over and yells up to the presumed captain of it.
“Hei! Dere må betale 100 kroner for å bli der!” (hey! You guys have to pay 100 Norgsveltian Crowns to stay here!)
Woken up and startled, Bernhard only realised what was going on after the voice repeated itself a second time. He got up to his feet and searched around for the source of the noise before nearly butting heads with some strange man staring at him.
“Wh… What?” he muttered. “Hello how can I help you?”
Hearing the man speak an foreign language he did not understand the man, but tried to communicate in the ways of hands. Pointing at the ship then firmly at the palm of his hand to indicate how he needed to rent a spot at the dock. “Penger. Nå” (Money. Now)
Bernhard scratched his head, completely misunderstanding the man. He thinks that this man is here to steal his boat, and backs away, his eyes wide and fearful.
“Nei nei! Gull!”
“Gull? Guul… Gold?!” he exclaimed, somewhat familiar with the phrase ‘gall’ from trading with some foreigners years and years ago. “You want gold, gall?”
The sailor already had been confused before but now? Even more so. “Viss du har gull så kan gi oss det, men det tviler jeg meget på” (If you have gold you can give us that, but I very much doubt you have it) he says while crossing his arms and notice how the stranger seems both confused and scared. He yells to a fellow sailor to get Tyr, a man who has used to sail in many different water. Maybe he can understand this weird stinky man.
Thinking this strange man is calling for soldiers, Bernhard hurries inside and grabs his sword. He blocks the door with an empty keg and puts his weight against it. Now, Bernhard fears he is trapped and begins to panic.
Tyr a tall, thick bearded man walked up to the roughed up sailor and asked him what was going on. After being told that a strange and confused and for some reason apparently stinky man is within the boat below, he steps down to the deck and sees through the small window of the cabin doors a man who he could guess had locked himself inside and was visibly shaking; either being scared or that he was weak from malnourishment, Tyr could not tell.
“Hva i helvete har du gjort?” (what the hell have you done?) He says loudly down below to the sailor, confused why the strange man is so scared.
“Please don’t kill me!” Bernhard screamed, raising the sword to the door, his arm shaking violently and a stutter in his voice.
Having heard the language before, though rarely. He did learn the language from a trader from a land called Morstaybishilia. Sadly, he can’t call himself an expert in it, or completely fluent. He could at least try to calm him down. “Hey Hey now. We are not here to kill and we did not mean to scare you.” he says in a calm and heavily accented staynish. Hands up above the waist, to show he means no harm. “Please get out.”
“Y… You speak Staynish?” Bernhard muttered.
“Yes… will you get out now, without the bloody sword?” Tyr said back.
Bernhard moved the keg and slowly opened the door. He was still fearful and clutched his sword before realising that Tyr wasn’t a threat, so he dropped it.
“If you come back down with me on the dock… I can explain what the weird sailor named Vargsen” Tyr says laughing as he point down at the dock. “Gjør du narr av meg?” (Are you making fun of me?) Vargsen yells back up at Tyr.
“Okay okay. Just tell me what you want.” Bernhard was anxious.
Vergsen whispers to Tyr the amount of money Bernhard need to pay to stay here. Tyr could sense that Vergsen is not thrusting this Staynish man. “You need to pay 100 kroner, the currency here to pay the… ummm” Tyr forgetting what the word leie (rent) was in Staynish.
“If you’ll go away…” Bernhard pulled out a gold coin and thrust it in the air, to which Tyr caught it.
Tyr was about to protest that it was too much, “Well this is actually too-” however before he could speak about the actual exchange rate of the gold coin to the krone, Vergsen was very quick to shut him up by putting his hand above Tyr’s mouth. “t-thank you” Vergsen says in a very broken staynish before he drags Tyr off to a nearby pub.
Bernhard was happier now that he was no longer being harrassed, but he was also a dead man and he had no idea- he would fall back asleep until Will and Chris returned and then he would be in for it.