Meeting grandpa's friend...

Julien knocked on the door to Davy's house as his brother sulked some more about his failed negotiations. Julien sighed, his brother hated failing so much it led to him sulking for days sometimes. Julien hoped it was not one of those times as James was a much better talker than he.

Davy himself opened the door, "Sorry lads, I only hire people at the office...wait..." He squinted at the two. "You two look familiar..."

"Grandpa Wilhelm once told us you were one of his most prized accomplishments." James said, still a bit sullen.

Davy's eyes widened, "Wilhelm! By Xelta Julien and James! I haven't seen you boys in...what? Come in, come in!"

"It's been five years, sir." Julien said. As his brother stepped in to to the house. "Since grandpa died. At his funeral."

Davy's mirth dampered a bit as he was reminded of Wilhelm's passing. "That would be it, yes."

The trio traded five years of life over lunch. "So what can I do for you lads."

"We need a ship. To work on not buy."

"A life at sea isn't all easy." Davy cautioned.

"We don't want a life at sea." James said.

"We want a ship willing to go somewhere specific. Prospecting you might say." Julien said.

"Prospecting...?" Davy's eyes widened. "You...found his map?"

"Yes...and..." James said before being cut off.

"His journals." Julien said kicking his brothers ankle in warning.