You see a downtrodden farmer, weeping slightly... "I be Hanson. I used to captain the King's sailing vessel." He regards you keenly. "Thee likewise look like a man of the sea to me." "I now be a farmer, havin' no ship to sail." He manages a smile. "Well, I was 'bout to retire anyways. But me CROPS..." "They just 'haint growin'....dunno why. I feeds them, I waters them, but I got no green thumb, I guess...Ah well. Sure is nice to have company. Care to hear a TALE, jes let me know." "Ah, thas okay. Maybe another time." He resumes tending his small crops. His eyes light up. Memories of his life at sea return... His eyes light up. Memories of his life at sea return... "Come visit anytime." He returns to tending his crops. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "My pleasure, sir. Come visit anytime."
