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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wicht" data-source="post: 611604" data-attributes="member: 221">Chapter 6: A little more legworkEarly the next morning, Andrew sent their first story back to Hugh Rogers, via email using his laptop and then went to take a bath.“Brr…,” he said to James with a smile as he stepped out drying himself off, “still no hot water.  Isn’t it great.”“Lovely,” said James with a grimace.After they were bathed and dressed and ready to go, they reviewed briefly the leads they could follow.  There was the mysterious Hydra Queen, the photograph taken from Walter Matthias’ cabin, and the old art-piece depicting the strange aquatic creature.  “I want to look into that drawing,” said James.“I think I will find out what I can about the Hydra Queen.”James headed off to the library and Andrew to the dock registry.Twelve hours later, James was being turned out of the Library having discovered absolutely nothing about the strange piece of artwork.  He met up with Andrew briefly and found out that his brother had been slightly more successful, but only just.  The Hydra Queen was owned by Elias Sluce, its captain, and was out of Boston.  Sluce himself was a native of Massachusetts.  They dined briefly on tacos and hot-dogs at a local all-night diner and then James decided to head off to try and get some more pictures aboard the Bouncing Skipper.  Andrew, not wanting to bother with the ship again, decided to ask more questions of some of the locals and told James he would meet him back at the hotel room.  James had no luck at the Bouncing Skipper.  The policeman was not sleeping this time, in fact, when James arrived at the pier, the officer was talking to another man by the ramp leading onto the boat.  James decided not to try sneaking aboard just at that moment and instead lurked around, out of sight, in the shadows, waiting for an opportune moment.Andrew meanwhile was finding out little new.  Asking discreet questions about the Hydra Queen did let him discover that many of the locals had a small opinion of the sailors aboard that particular ship.“A bunch of pirates they are,” said one man, “I wouldn’t trust the lot of them as far as I could pitch ‘em.”“Pirates?” Andrew had asked, surprised.“Well, they act like they’re up to no good.  I wouldn’t put anything past them.  Came into town with scarcely anything in their bay.  You can tell by the way it rests in the water.  Sure would like to know what they are up to.”Andrew decided he would like to know too, but it didn’t seem as if anyone in town really knew, at least not in the dives Andrew was asking around in.  Disappointed not to learn more, Andrew returned to the hotel room where he discovered James was already in bed.“The policeman watching the ship was too alert tonight,” said James disgustedly when Andrew asked him if he had gotten any more pictures.“We’ll do better tomorrow,” said Andrew as he started to get ready for bed.As he laid down, a loud, drunken voice in the next room started to sing an off-key song about fish, drink and drowning.  Andrew closed his eyes.</blockquote>

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