Wes Warden's Story

The seas were everywhere, not a speck of land could be found. Here in the East Pacific was a large harbor city, the capital of the local ocean. Within were traders, merchants, fishermen, and people of many different histories and stories to tell. In one such part of the city was a merchants square, this is where Samael currently was to bring in his latest haul of fish to sell.

He spoke to him like he knew the man well, being surface dwellers they were used to this kind of commerce.

Wes pulled his steam powered boat into the dock city. He'd been away for a few months, but it had been a fruitful journey. He had managed to get his hands on several relics on this trip which he planned to trade, well at least a few of them, the others he still planned on studying.

After tying up his boat to the docks, Wes stepped off with a large canvas sack thrown over his back. He walked past Samael and Jupiter.

"Sam!" He greeted with his typical big smile. "Long time no see. How's business these days? Remind me to stop by your stand later, I got something you might be interested in. I'll also need to stock up on fish for my next trip." He said as he passed by and headed to the market square to do some trading of his own if he could find some one interested.

"Aye, a safe journey to you." He spoke those last words to her before she departed, getting his own boat ready to go. His boat was quite a relic for the time, a bit beaten up but looked seaworthy enough to last for months.

Wes quickly found his way to a small stand at the center of town with the other shopkeepers. Another young man about his same age was tending to the stand and greeted Wes with a big smile.

"Wes! Good to see ya, man. You tell the boss that you're back yet?" The guy asked.

"Hey Tony! No, not yet. I just pulled in. I was hoping to get back out as soon as possible, I got some good leads on the legendary beasts and some possible information from the old world. I'm just stopping here to do some trading and get enough food to make the journey."

"Better let him know you're here or he'll charge you double for rental space."

"On my way there now." Wes smiled as he found his way to a small little shanty where he just walked in. The door opened into an office where a short fat little man sat going over paperwork.

"Ah, hello Wes. Back from your last journey I see. Did you find anything good?"

"Yup, just here looking to rent a stand for about two weeks at the most. Gonna unload then get back out there."

"Well what have you got for me?"

Wes took the bag off his shoulder and rummaged through it before he pulled out a small, grey, rectangular, plastic device with a small square in the center made of a transparent plastic. He set the thing down on the desk.

"According to my source, this was a portable electronic video game device called a 'Game Boy'. A cartridge with a game would be inserted into the slot on the back and a video game would appear on the screen."

The fat man picked up the device and looked it over.

"Okay, this should cover a few weeks of rent. You can take stand 4-B."

"Thanks boss." He said before leaving the office and heading to his stand and spreading his treasure across it.