He didn't consider himself a pirate, because he wasn't one. The majority of his financial endeavours involved swindling them, dealing with them, maybe talking (down) to them, but otherwise he was an outsider to their vulgar profession, and would prefer to keep it that way.
This was the twelfth port city he had traversed since leaving Vulcan, though there wasn't much difference between them. Everything smelled faintly of salt, fish, and alcohol, walls and floors dirty and grimey, blood money being traded for useless goods and carnal pleasures. The entire atmosphere caught Spock between fascination and disgust, the former arising because of his upbringing among clean, rich courts and their respective dignitaries. Here, he could contrast the tastes between vintage wine and cheap rum, fine silk vests and raggedy woolen shirts, refined and royal language against the petty vernacular that grated against his ears.
One thing held constant: money, the quantity and the scarcity of it. And at the moment, his own pockets were too light. There was no plan he was adapting his finances to, so to say--it was a simple matter of he had nowhere else to go for the next six days and he only had money for another two nights at the inn on the west side of the harbour.
Option veh (): pickpocketting. Spock was better at this simple thievery than he would ever admit, but circumstances were not that dire.
Option dahkuh (): Odd jobs and/or actual employment at any one of the...fine establishments along the dock. He had his choice to be a waiter, labourer, to talk to the madam of that brothel..., or to use some of his more noble skills in any of the shipping houses, accounting and what not. This did not promise a favourable or fast rate of return, however, and so Spock did not consider this for very long, either.
Which left option rehkuh (): gambling. It was a battle of holding one's emotions in check, of observing your half-drunk opponents, of knowing the numbers and how to make them work in your favour. He knew of a card house adjacent to a tavern, supposedly of high stakes and lucrative odds. His life was already risky enough without such games--but he had little choice.
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Two Sharks and Spilled Blood [Flashback]
Date: 2009-09-20 06:25 pm (UTC)This was the twelfth port city he had traversed since leaving Vulcan, though there wasn't much difference between them. Everything smelled faintly of salt, fish, and alcohol, walls and floors dirty and grimey, blood money being traded for useless goods and carnal pleasures. The entire atmosphere caught Spock between fascination and disgust, the former arising because of his upbringing among clean, rich courts and their respective dignitaries. Here, he could contrast the tastes between vintage wine and cheap rum, fine silk vests and raggedy woolen shirts, refined and royal language against the petty vernacular that grated against his ears.
One thing held constant: money, the quantity and the scarcity of it. And at the moment, his own pockets were too light. There was no plan he was adapting his finances to, so to say--it was a simple matter of he had nowhere else to go for the next six days and he only had money for another two nights at the inn on the west side of the harbour.
Option veh (): pickpocketting. Spock was better at this simple thievery than he would ever admit, but circumstances were not that dire.
Option dahkuh (): Odd jobs and/or actual employment at any one of the...fine establishments along the dock. He had his choice to be a waiter, labourer,
to talk to the madam of that brothel..., or to use some of his more noble skills in any of the shipping houses, accounting and what not. This did not promise a favourable or fast rate of return, however, and so Spock did not consider this for very long, either.Which left option rehkuh (): gambling. It was a battle of holding one's emotions in check, of observing your half-drunk opponents, of knowing the numbers and how to make them work in your favour. He knew of a card house adjacent to a tavern, supposedly of high stakes and lucrative odds. His life was already risky enough without such games--but he had little choice.