Re: Queen of Emerald Bay: Jason, Marianne
Basil laughed, a charming sound. "Plenty of time for that, m'dear, plenty of time," he replied to Marianne, and went forth. His eyes traced the city as if seeking the past.
At the end of the dock was a nervous-looking man, thin, dressed in khaki. He was obviously waiting for Basil, for a look of relief crossed his face as he spied the man. This soon faded as he took in the two ladies present. "Sir, oh sir," he said, his voice also thin and nervous, "I've arranged a taxicab."
He took the valise that Carson shoved toward him and scurried off along the busy throughway, to where a pony-drawn vehicle was waiting.
The city itself was a grand mix of noise and variety. Locals in colorful shawls and shirts were moving around on their own business, sailors were everywhere, and there was a grand variety of Europeans going back and forth. The buildings were a combination of scrap-built wrecks, glorious Spanish-style buildings, Edwardian mansions still being built, and everything inbetween. It was crowded, noisy and full of sights, and smells...spices, people, and factories.
Liza's little poodle barked and wagged its tail, and the nervous fellow startled again, nearly dropping the valise. Carson snorted derisively and loaded the pony-cart, and helped Liza up; Basil assisted Marianne, and began to point out the sights. "Changed a lot since I was last here," he said. "But the hotel's a good one, isn't it, Smythe ?" this was directed to the nervous fellow, who nodded with a muted, "Yes, Sir." Carson seemed the least impressed...and the most watchful of his surroundings. The tiny old man who was the driver beamed a toothless grin at them and set the ponies clopping along at a good pace.