Re: Part 63c - Discussion and decision
Close up, the town looks no better than it had from a distance. Everything, including the people who live here, is dirty and crawling with assorted vermin. Even in the narrow street which leads through the centre of the township, the mud is ankle deep, and home to a hideously twisted type of crab, as big as a man's hand.
A group of children, clad in ragged clothes, which seem to be mostly held together by the dirt, are squatting in the muddy thoroughfare. They form a circle around two of the crabs, which they are encouraging to fight by the simple expedient of using twigs to push them closer together. The arthropods, it seems, require nothing more in the way of encouragement, and are soon busily attempting to remove various appendages from each other.
Like everybody else, the children pause in their activity to watch the strangers pass, and the distraction results in one of them getting nipped by his chosen combatant.
Considering the conditions in the town, the boats are in surprisingly good shape. Every one is different in exact form, but there are similarities. Each is carved from the trunk of a single tree, though, judging by the marks left by adze and axe, "hacked" would probably be a better word than "carved". They all look very sturdy, and heavy for their size.
There are men near some of the boats, working at repairing nets, but the work stops as the strangers approach, and the men stare at the visitors, their expressions ranging from curiosity, through surliness, to hostility. One of the fishermen, an older man, whose bare torso is covered with intricate tattoos, sets his net aside, and stands, spreading his hands out to the sides, to show them empty. He smiles (though it's not altogether convincing), displaying teeth which have been filed to points, and says, "Stranger al'ays good to see here. What you wants?"