The Tales of Singli continued
Singli was soon on his way, with a load of gold in his back sack. It weighed quite a lot, and he had trouble holding onto the sack whenever he had to ascend or descend a staircase, ramp, or other inclines. The citys rising and falling sectors did not help him much.
He was on his way to the dockyards are the south east of the city. Here he would purchase a ship and a crew for an adventure that he had not known since he was a kid exploring the neighboring forest. Meanwhile, the streets were very crowded now. Sweaty people passed by him, most were forced to bump shoulders or run into each other due to the density of the city. Some were pushing carts, in which they were given full priority on the right side. Once a cart almost trampled Singli, but he was able to stop the cart with his hand and the old man continued around him.
The streets soon grew larger, the density began to spread out, and the air became more breathable. He knew this was the sign of getting leaving the downtown area, and approaching the docks, which were almost deserted this time of day. Most shipments came in at night under the cover of darkness from thieves that would try stowaway. The harbor at Anuradhapura was still not notoriously large because it was not a seaside city, rather it was connected to sea through a system of dikes and canals, making it almost only for the rich who could afford such passage.
Anyhow, the smell of water soon filled the air, and the loud chattering and murmurings of the city died out, and the air was left empty for the thoughts of Singli. Finally able to clear his mind, the only sounds were that of the gentle waves lapping up against the wooden docks, and the metal chains that seemed to clang tenderly against one another when lifted by the water. A small round hut lay to the south east of the harbor, and Singli guessed it was the shop. After stopping for a brief second to take in the sweet air of the river water, he picked up his sack and continued on to the round stone hut that was tucked nicely along a grove of trees.
Knocking gently upon the wooden door, an old man with a noticeable long white beard answered, his eyes seemed to cover most of his face as they drooped to his chin.
Hello young man. Is there something I can help ye with? he asked calmly, his eyes attracted the gaze of Singli as he became lost in the emptiness. Singli dropped his bag and offered his hand for a shake.
Good day, sir. I am looking for the shop of this harbor. Might this be it? he asked hopefully. The man smacked his lips together, and formed a smile that seemed it could ride right off his face if the ears did not stop it. His deep blue eyes suddenly lit up with a passion that only Singlis lust for adventure could equal. Meeting with his hand, the old man shook his head violently.
Yes, sonny, youve come to the right place. Come in, wont you! he said while slowly opening the door as it squeaked on its iron hinges. I have not have many guests lately, please excuse the mess, wont you?
Why, yes of course, Singli answered, noticing right of way that the store was actually converted into a home. It was still evidently a shop though, composing of four counters along the far wall that displayed examples of items that were probably stored in a back room somewhere. A large sign in the far right corner labeled Used Ships caught the eye of Singli, which his legs soon followed. Underneath the sign were five papers with drawings of various ships. Each had a price at the bottom corner. As Singli began to shift through the drawings, the old man crept up along his side.
Ahh, planning an adventure are we? he asked kindly. Turning to meet his stare, Singli responded, As a matter of fact I am. What could you recommend me, sir?
Why all these are fine, fine ships. But should you wish for an adventure outside our island, I suggest the
Sereti. Shes a fine ship, sturdiest bows in the North Sea. Should you like to see her? he asked, eagerness flooded his face.
I should see why not. She is here, in this harbor? Singli asked.
Yes, yes of course. Come, let me show you, the man said, leading the way out the squeaky door and onto the dock. It was full of various triremes, most of which were probably private. But there was one that stood out.
There she is, he said, pointing to a beautiful ship that anchored at the end of the dock. It was clearly larger then the rest, and much more colorful then most of the ships Singli had ever seen. The wood of the ship was a dark brown, a sign of strength and endurance. A pair of sails sprouted from her center, one small and one large. On board, the ship had a large hull, capable of easily storing every man needed, and a hefty cargo. Upon sight, Singli immediately fell in love.
I wish to purchase this ship. He said, being unaware of the voice leaving his throat.
Very good choice.
ORDERS
-Begin hiring more educators to work as priests within the many temples spread throughout Sinhala to raise education. Two economies shall be spent on this, raising it twice.
-Commission more army and move them to the Indian continent (1 economy).
-Start official trade with Arabia if accepted.
-Station 200 men and 20 triremes to protect Socotra.
-Enact SOCOTRA PROCLAMOTION as said in the post below.