Topic: Tristan & The Domino Effect

Tristan Larson

Date: 2014-09-03 22:54 EST
Tristan Takes A Holiday -Part One

Tristan Larson had been back in the world now for over a year. He had adjusted to the day to day world of the Shipyards as they were now, as opposed to when he "left" it. They were far more profitable now than they were then.

The town had also grown in his absence. Tanner and Aja had obviously worked hard, with many people to get the town to the thriving city it was now as opposed to the crumbling port town it had been then.

If she had asked, Tristan would say he"d been feeling rather aimless of late. Not that he needed to wait for the question, she had been hinting at the fact that he had any number of vessels at his disposal to take a trip anywhere he wanted to go. He understood that it wasn"t a means of "getting rid of him" but rather her own concern that he seemed to be growing restless with little to keep him busy.

He thought of days long past, and all the places he used to go. There was a port that had been great fun back when he was sailing on the blue. He considered going there again, leaning back in his chair he said aloud to no one.

"Why not go?" his voice seemed to attract Peanut to his office. The fuzzy little scamp got up on his desk and chattered at him. "You will not be going." Tristan told the monkey who seemed to offended by that. "Oh do not pout at me, Fuzzball."

"Talking to yourself?" Rico asked as he took to leaning in the doorway now. "They say there's medication for that." he smirked knowing full well it had been Peanut Tristan was speaking to. But he couldn't help but raz his old friend.

"It's when I start answering myself that I'll seek further treatment." Tristan grinned back to Rico. "Taking a break?"

"Dodging paperwork." Rico answered as he came off the doorframe and further into the room. "Not in the mood for that today." the man settled himself in one of the comfortable chairs across from Tristan and smiled. "So. You and Peanut planning a trip?"

"I"ll be taking the trip but I'm not taking that fuzzball." Tristan nodded to Peanut who was occupying himself by rearranging the papers in the file holder on the desk.

"Where are you thinking of going?" Rico asked leaning forward to liberate a couple of beers from the office mini fridge.

"Remember when we went to Katmandu?" Tristan asked accepting the beer Rico held out for him.

"Vaguely." Rico chuckled. "We were pretty drunk." this made Tristan laugh.

"Yeah...seems I recall us puttin back more than our share when we were there." he settled and then leaned back in his own chair. "I think I'll go back for a visit. See if it is as I remember it to be."

"You got a crew, or you need to hire some?"

"No. I have a crew. Just have to pack a bag and sail off." Tristan uncapped his beer. "Taking Uncivilized. Aja did spend all that time on it for me. It"s got every defensive weapon known to man...and few I think she pulled out of her rear end." Rico laughed.

"She does love to explode things." he lifted his beer and paused. "Thank the gods for that sometimes."

"I’ve noticed she's gotten pretty good at more than ship design while I was gone."

"Mm." Rico nodded a bit as he savored the sip of beer he just took. The two men never really discussed the period of time when Tristan was not there. It remained one of those unspoken pieces of their history that neither was willing to bring up.

"Anyway. I've been thinking since I have the manor squared away, and this place runs like a well oiled timepiece that it might be a good idea to just take a little sail. See the world."

"Figure out where you fit in?"

"Yep."

Peanut screeched, breaking up the silence and jumped from chair to chair, across Rico's head and out the door.

"What the hell is wrong with that damn monkey."

"It raids Aja"s candy stash." Tristan smiled.

"When are you thinking about leaving on this grand adventure anyway?"

"Next couple of days or so." Tristan replied after a moment of thought.

"Makes sense. Nothing really holding you here."

"Yeah." Tristan said slowly and took a long swig off his beer.

Nothing more needed to be said then about the trip. Rico wouldn't stop his friend from taking some time away from what he had left behind once to seek out a new port, new scenery and new people so he could figure out how to start over.

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Tristan Larson

Date: 2014-09-08 19:49 EST
Part Two—-

Uncivilized. The name painted on the side of the massive vessel in swirling letters made him smile. His mother used to complain about meeting people that were that. She prided herself on proper manners, etiquette and grace. Anyone who didn't meet those standards of hers, were deemed unfit to socialize with.

She"d keel over and die of shock if she saw where her precious baby boy spent most of his time. On a dock with pirates, ruffians. To Tristan, these men were his friends. They weren't just crew members. He didn't care where they grew up or how, they were men with pride, a sense of honor and integrity.

Those same men were loading up the ship with the necessary cargo for the trip. If all went well, they'd be leaving that evening. He liked moonlight sailing.

He was so caught up in his musings that he didn't hear Aja approach.

"So..." she started and he jumped making her laugh.

"Damn it!" Tristan"s hand went to his chest. "You need a damn bell around your pretty little neck!"

"As I'm often told." her laughter trailed off. And she patted his arm. "Going on a wander, are we?"

"Yes. I think it would be good for me."

"I think so too." she said joining him watching the crew. She crossed her arms as she leaned against some crates while she thought about Tristan's trip. She never looked at him, they had an understanding about over emotional exchanges. Neither were fond of them. "Yer home is always here. But I think it"s good ta get away from time ta time. Remember why this be home."

"How could I forget?"

"I don't like to speculate." There was a smirk on her face. "You can be quite daft."

"I'll miss you too."

"Oh, hush." Aja grinned not really looking at him. She turned her face away and watched as cargo was loaded on another vessel, pushing away a similar scene in her head of a time when Tristan was preparing to leave on a voyage.

"I'll be coming back, Rabbit."

"Ya best. Or I'll hunt yer arse down." she said stiffening her posture slightly. It was then he understood what she had been thinking about.

"It won't be like before." he promised in a quiet tone.

"Good." she said quietly. It remained silent between them for a while longer then Aja leaned over, kissed his cheek and whispered. "Fair winds and following seas."

He just smiled softly, watching her head down the dock. She took a moment to check a shipping manifest before proceeding back to the shipyard office.

Looking back to the ship as the crew loaded the Uncivilized, with his mind starting to wonder back to his last voyage. Bits and pieces of it were fuzzy at best, he could recall that it happened over twenty years ago as flashes of the battle came and went. His internal narrative ran through the details he could recall.

I vaguely remember that we were attacked, with it being un-provoked by my crew or me. The battle is hazy, but I know it was a hard fought one. It was the last thing that I can recall, from that period of time minus my times with Aja. I can vaguely remember the noises, or that I was shot and died then. If only things could have been different. If only I had been more careful, but that is in the past. This is now and I have a new lease on life.

Shaking his head as he nearly missed the call from one of his crew that they were nearly finished with loading the ship. "Time to stop trudging through life and living for the here and now." Tristan muttered to himself. ——————————————————-End Part Two——————————————————————-

Tristan Larson

Date: 2014-09-12 13:02 EST
Part Three- Flashback and the start of the dominos.

Foxwell Port—Twenty-two years ago and far away from RhyDin.

The explosions rocked the city. The building burst into pieces that rained down as far as ten miles away. A lone figure stood on the hill overlooking the city, they watched with angry copper eyes. A small raise to her chin as the pieces finally stopped falling and as the smoke slowly cleared the area, it revealed a large crater left behind by the explosives used.

Those eyes watched for signs of life coming from the building, but it was nothing more than fire, smoke, ash and rubble now. The people that had been inside the building were dead. She"d seen to that personally. Those that remained, the allies of those people had been left alive until the building blew. It would be one of the few moments in the life of the pirate on the hill that collateral damage was not considered.

They remained a moment longer before turning and heading back to their ship in the lagoon below.

Down In The City

"I want who is responsible for this!" the man dressed in regal purple robes yelled angrily. "They have killed our allies." the man tried to make it sound as if he cared for the people, but others that surrounded him knew the tides had turned. He was weak now. Vulnerable without the backup of those that bolstered his power, gave him the means to torture and kill any that dared to stand up to him. They knew now was the perfect time to take this man out.

A crowd surged forward, any foolish enough to get in the mobs way were moved or killed. The man was taken and hauled to the gallows. Calls for justice and freedom were heard in the mob as they hung the man.

The city of Foxwell was free of their oppressors, courtesy of an anonymous pirate benefactor. A few had seen her briefly as she dodged her way through the town heading for that tower that housed those that sought to control them.

One lone man saw her set some charges around the outside of the building. He could"ve alerted the guards, but he saw the actions of this pirate woman, as maybe the only chance they would ever get to free those he and his friends cared about from the oppressive rule that had come to darken the city years ago. He sent a silent thank you skywards to the gods that sent their miracle to them and went about his business far from the tower building.

Out In The Lagoon

A ship sailed out of the lagoon, unnoticed as it had been when it came to port under the cover of darkness the night before. At its helm was the lone pirate with copper eyes.

Today. Those responsible for the death of her husband had finally paid their debt to her. For the first time in two years, the pirate woman truly smiled. It was slow at first then widened slowly as she looked up to the heavens.

"I got them, Tris. I got them all."

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Tristan Larson

Date: 2014-09-17 23:18 EST
Part Four—

Foxwell Port, present day.

Uncivilized pulled into Foxwell port to resupply and dodge an incoming storm. The crew secured the vessel before taking off to enjoy liberty off the ship.

Tristan left the ship in the trusty hands of the night watch, and made his way into the city. He found a nice looking hotel, the Spirited Fire where he was provided a comfortable room, he stored his belongings and headed to the Inn"s tavern to acquire some dinner and a drink or two.

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He entered the elegant dining area, then headed to the bar and sat near an elderly gentleman.

"Good evening, Stranger." the elder man greeted Tristan as he waited for the bartender to venture down to their end of the well appointed bar.

"Good evening." Tristan returned, old manners returning while he spoke to the well dressed man speaking to him.

"In town for anything special?" the older man asked while signaling the bartender.

"No." Tristan replied. "Just seemed like a nice place to stop for the night, let the storm pass before moving on."

"It is a nice place now." the old man seem to stare at through the back bar mirror like it was a picture window to the past. "It’s a far step better than it was before that pretty little girl showed up and took care of a problem that lived here then."

The bartender arrived then, Tristan ordered himself and the elder man a drink. He also asked to be shown to a table for dinner.

"If you'd join me for dinner, I’d like to hear the tale of the woman who came here."

"It's one heck of a tale." The man nodded. "And yes, I would like to join you for dinner."

The men were shown a table, and the stewart took a wine order from Tristan before leaving the pair alone. Once they settled in, the older man reached across the table extending his hand to Tristan. "My name is Ben, by the way."

"Tristan." the men shook hands then leaned back in their chairs to view the menu. He settled on a surf and turf selection, giving his order to the waiter when they appeared. Ben did the same, he noticed the way the waiter had addressed Ben. He's seen similar behaviors at the shipyard when it came to employees and himself. The waiter left them, Tristan picked up his wine glass. "So you're the owner here?"

"Very observant. How did you know?" Ben smiled easily enough.

"My own employees address me the same." he sipped his wine and nodded appreciatively. "It’s a very bizarre thing to experience sometimes."

"It took me a long time to adjust to being the boss." Ben said thoughtfully. "Before that little pirate girl showed up, this town was run by very bad men." he paused and picked up his wine glass. "I saw people I loved killed for no reason beyond it suited those who were in power."

"Sounds like a group I heard of from my ex-wife." Tristan commented. "Happens more than we like."

"Until someone comes along and makes them stop." Ben nodded. "That’s what happened here. The little lady may have taken them out for her own reasons, cause I know she wasn’t a resident of the town. But she started the wheels in motion for us to reclaim our own destinies." The older man let that hang in the air as the waiter arrived with their appetizers. He spoke again when the boy departed. "And to our credit, we took advantage of that opening and fought for ourselves."

"Couldn't have been easy for some. Fear can remain for so very long."

"You get over it quick when you realize it's your only chance to be free."

"I have been lucky enough in my life that I’ve never had to fight for my right to be a free man." Tristan mused. "I never even questioned it growing up. Then I left home and saw others. It opened my eyes to what could happen." he thought of those he had met in his travels. Those he spoke to that had lived it. His own view of the world expanding with each story he heard. With every struggle he witnessed with his own eyes. The cruelty that some men could possess. Yes, at times, he realized that he had lived a sheltered childhood but he liked to think that he was now a better man for all he witnessed and for all he tried to do once he learned it was out there.

The men were silent for a moment. Each lost in their philosophical thoughts about leadership, the past and the horrors that could arise when the leadership was bad.

"So." Ben began as he chose a few appetizers for his plate. "You asked about the little pirate lady. One day, no different than any other day, I saw her. She was sneaking around the tower where our oppressors took up residence, planting explosives just as quietly as could be." Ben smiled a little. "I considered alerting the guards, but seeing what she was up to and what would likely happen as a result, I opted to let her continue on her mission undisturbed." He took a moment to take a bite of the shrimp cocktail, revealing in the tasty treat before continuing to speak. "I hightailed it back to the main part of the village then. Alerting some of my friends as to what was about to happen. They also agreed that if we allowed it to happen, we had a shot of taking back our city. So they too remained silent. They knew what I did. This was our shot."

"Did you see her again?" Tristan asked idly curious.

"I didn't, but one of my friends saw a ship in the nearby lagoon. He had been fishing when she sailed in. Quiet as could be. Saw someone get off the ship and come to shore and head up towards the castle with a crate."

"Lucky for that pirate that you all didn"t alert the guards."

"It wasn't unusual to see strange vessels come in at odd hours and head towards the castle." Ben swirled his wine. "He just assumed this was one of the castle allies and saw no reason to speak up."

"Then the next day you saw her?" Tristan deduced.

"Yes. Not even an hour later, the whole place went up like a volcano had erupted." Ben"s eyes seemed to focus back to the past. "It was the loudest thing I have heard in my whole life. The debris climbed high into the sky and rained down in all directions."

"That had to cause some injuries among the people."

"Some. But since the word had spread, most took shelter the moment they heard the initial boom." Ben sipped his wine then continued. "After the last bit of debris landed, we took our shot. We rushed the town elder remaining that had allowed for such a blight to take control of our city. He was dealt with swiftly. Any that remained that had been in service of those that sought to oppress us, were also dealt with."

"A revolution."

"Indeed." Ben agreed. "I don't know who was piloting that ship." Ben started to say as Tristan was raising his glass. "But if I ever see the Breeze come into this harbor, I shall welcome them with open arms. We owe them everything."

Tristan about spit his newly taken sip of wine across the table, but managed to control it. Holy crap. The Breeze has been here all those years ago' Who had done what for Aja to take such measures" He knew the Breeze went nowhere without her at the helm.

If Ben noticed his dinner companions reaction to the name of the ship, he gave no signs of it.

"How long ago was this?" Tristan struggled to sound mildly curious with the question.

"Oh...had to be about twenty two years or so now." Ben thought about it. "Yes. Because my youngest child had just been born that year."

"You've accomplished a lot in that time it seems."

"We have." Ben had been saying as their dinner arrived. The men dropped the conversation as the waiter set down the plates. Tristan paid him little attention as his mind was piecing together a timeline. Twenty-two years. Right about the time he died.

Aja was seeking revenge for those that had caused his death. It was the only thing that made sense to him. Why had she never told him about this" Why hadn't Rico' It occurred to him that Rico wouldn't say a word unless Aja already had. He"d have her back till the day one or both of them were dead. Even under torture, Rico would never give up secrets entrusted to him by her.

The conversation with Ben veered off into other things then. All the while, Tristan was working out the details in his mind. Working on the fact that his death, caused her to seek out those responsible and make them pay for what they had taken from her. He wondered if she knew what else her actions had accomplished.

He bid Ben good night after dinner and returned to his room. He picked up the laptop that Bismark had given him so he could check in with the Shipyards while he was away. In the past couple months, he had Bismark put together a small crew and transform all old records of the voyages of all the ships and put them into a database. He checked for Foxwell, sure enough...there it was plain as day. Foxwell. With a date of twenty two years prior. The shipping manifest section was empty. No explanation given for the Breeze being in that port.

He started checking for other ports with similar details. A record of being there but no reason given for the visit. He"d plot them on a map tomorrow. Where else had she been, and what had she done" He could ask, but if Aja thought it would unsettle him, he knew there was no power in the verse that would make her give up that information. Her stubborn streak knew no bounds. An admirable but sometimes maddening trait of a woman he had loved so much.

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Tristan Larson

Date: 2014-09-24 19:32 EST
Part Five - Discovering More Dominos

San Millan Port, Five Days later.

Upon the discovery of Aja’s connection to Foxwell, Tristan had done a little digging into where else she had been at that time. He found a port named San Millian listed, that she had been too a week prior. So that was his next stop. He barely got off the gangplank when he saw the historical marker next to some ship wreckage peeking above the water line.

"This dock was the site of an epic battle between two pirate ships. The Clanwood took on the Breeze. The battle lasted two hours, in the end. The pirate queen of the Breeze ended it by running the Clanwood captain through. Once the battle was over, the Captain of the Breeze then set off into town to blow up the stronghold used to control the city. When it was over the Captain of the Breeze left, leaving the town residents to reclaim its independence."

Tristan stood there quietly, taking in the historical marker and almost couldn't believe it. It was there, forever saved in bronze. But even then, he couldn't quite imagine Aja going on a rampage. He’d seen her fight, that wasn’t the part he couldn't imagine. It was the fact she had sought out the fights. That part of her wasn’t in the woman he met and married all those years ago.

Tristan left the dock in search of the town museum. If they placed a historical marker at the site of a battle that helped to free the town, he figured they had kept detailed records about the rest of the town.

Walking through the cobblestone streets, Tristan contemplated what it may have looked like before. The museum may provide some clues. Most that he knew of showed historical pictures of what had come before.

He found the museum and went inside. As he roamed through it, he came upon the display that showed San Millan"s Independence. The whole story was there. About the battle, the explosion of the tower. The town reclaiming control from those that had been holding them down. One name caught his attention. The Quistguard. He had heard it before. The clan that had Aja as a child. Apparently, she had been making moves against them since he died. Because he died. Because they killed him.

Tracking Aja’s movements were revealing things he had never heard her or Rico speak of. He wondered what else he would find. Tristan smiled, he now had a hobby. Something to fill up his time. If he could track Aja’s movements, perhaps he had a future in private investigating.

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Tristan Larson

Date: 2014-11-26 15:08 EST
Part Six—

Tarragon Port- Four Days later...

Another port and hopefully another piece to the puzzle of what Aja had done all those years ago. He had been thinking of the lengths that Aja had gone to in finding who had a hand in his death. Anyone with the slightest connection had been killed.

In that wake, changes took place in each port. All had similar stories. The ship would appear, a stronghold was taken out, those men who were a part of that were killed. The town took control of itself once again. All without the pirate queens interference. She simply didn't care about the events that took place once she took out the faction she came looking for.

Tristan thought of her now. She left all the time. Sometimes for a day or more, when she came back, she seemed a little more relaxed. His death had apparently triggered in her the motivation to track down those that had caused her pain in past. For those that had kept her from her blood family. If in the process, she was able to save others, then she seemed to be even more motivated to make sure they didn't hurt anyone else.

He thought of his own death. That day. The attack, the men in his crew. He wondered how many had lived but hadn’t returned to Arcadia. He knew that some of them had returned, someone had to have told Aja the details, in order for her to know who to go after. A few still remained in the shipyards employ. He had seen them since. He’d spoken to them all since his return, most of them were with him now.

He was watching them as they secured the ship, as he pondered a thought to himself for a moment. No one had mentioned to him how Aja reacted when his body was brought back to Arcadia. So he waited till the ship had been fully secured and his crew started to head into town. "Hey Ed. Need to ask you something for a few moments." Tristan called out to the man, Edward Sims was the man"s name and was one of Tristan"s most trusted crew members.

"I'll catch up to ya’ll in abit." Edward told the men, before walking over to Tristan with a slight quirk of his brow. "What ya need captain?" Ed was curious as to what his friend wanted all of a sudden as he had that look of wanting to ask something, and seemed to want it to be a touch more private.

"Been meaning to ask ya somethin"." Tristan paused for a moment as he waited for the rest of the crew to be out of sight and out of earshot. "When my body was brought back to Arcadia. How did Aja react?" He lowered his voice just a bit as he watched his friend"s reaction to his question. It had been one that he had been meaning to ask.

Edward blinked at Tristan for a moment, before shifting slightly on the spot as he seemed a bit unsure how he should say it. He decided that the truth would be the best course of action to take here. "When we brought ya back home. We already had ya in a box, ready ta be buried." More slight shifting from the man before taking a deep breath and exhaling it. "She didn’t want ta see ya dead, just layin" there in a box."

Tristan watched his old friend as he knew the memory was more than likely a hard one to remember, as he listened with a light nod here and there. As his friend informed him that Aja had refused to see him dead and in a box. It didn’t surprise him at all. Truth be told. If the roles had been reversed. He would want to see her laying in a box. "Thanks. Go on and have a drink with the guys." Tristan smiled faintly and jerked his head towards where the others had disappeared to. Ed nodded before moving to head off and catch up to the others, leaving Tristan there to ponder more about what he had learned so far on this trip.

A couple weeks later, he discovered that Wismar and Yarmouth city had stories that sounded exactly like Foxwell, San Millan and Tarragon city had experienced. The Breeze came, there was a battle, an explosion and the citizens of the town retook control over their lives when the Breeze left.

Tristan Larson

Date: 2015-01-07 20:21 EST
Tristan Returns Home

Tristan waited till the ship was docked and then headed down the gangplank. As he stepped into the office he dropped his sea bag and called out

"Oh Lucy! I’m home!" this gathered giggles from the receptionists as they jumped up and ran over to hug the returning partner.

"We’re so glad to see you!"

"What did Aja blow up while I was gone?" he laughed and then heard a voice from above.

"Nothing.." Amy had started to answer when they heard Aja"s voice from overhead.

"Funny boy. I blew up nothing. Yer precious office still stands." She grinned. "It jist has dust."

"Yet you mean." He grinned up at her.

"Shush it!" she laughed and came off the stairs hugging him. "Glad yer home safe and sound."

"If I shush it. You"d think I was mad at you." Hugging her back. "It's good to be back home." Stepping back from her now. He noticed she was smiling at him in that way. He got a little nervous. "Oh dear gods, what did you do?"

"Uh...Not the paperwork." She got a big cheeky grin. "It was evil and I got paper cuts." she showed him a finger. "See?"

He looked to the shown finger and shook his head. "Big baby." Trying not to grin at her. "I'll take care of the paperwork."

"I’m delicate, damn it."

He laughed to that. "You aren"t delicate."

"Jist fer dat, I"m tellin Mrs. B yer single!" she teased.

"No doing that. Anything but that." Peering at her, as he tried to slip by her to head into his office.

"Fine. I shall spare ya from Mrs. B." she laughed.

"Evil woman." Shaking a finger at her.

Tristan sighed when he seen the stack of paperwork. Amazing to him, the woman could take a bullet, but papercuts discouraged office work. That actually made him smile. He started on clearing the most recent pile of files, giving him a little time to mentally prepare for getting caught up with office ongoings for the time he was gone.



The next day found Tristan putting together a timeline of events that Aja had taken up after his death. Still, thinking of that was odd for Tristan.

Rico came into his office and shook Tristan"s hand before pulling him in for a hug.

"Good to see you, man." Rico patted his back and pulled away. "How was the trip?"

Tristan pulled back as well after the hug and handshake. "Good to see you as well." Pausing a moment. "It was good to get back out on the sea again." A grin crossed his lips. "How have things been around here?"

"Oh. You know." Rico smiled broadly at Tristan. "Another day another attempting to talk her out of doing something silly."

Tristan nodded along as Rico spoke. "Which is all the time." Glancing over his shoulder to the mountain of paperwork.

"Exactly. Or stopping her from feeding the minor criminals to Vex."

"Would be less paperwork." Tristan looked back to Rico. "And what happened to you two taking care of that while I was gone?" he pointed at the stack. Rico had the grace to look sheepish.

"Oooh. That." Rico started with a grin. "Well, it started out getting done, then well" things happened."

"Yes. That." Tristan grinned back at Rico. "What' You all delicate now and get a papercut too?"

"Hell no. Where did you get that idea?"

"Aja whined about getting a papercut." Tristan might have looked towards his office door. Just for a moment.

"Ah. Now it makes sense." They heard a boom. "Crap! Come on, "fore she scares the crap out of the guys!" Rico took off for the door while Tristan followed him.

"Now I see why there’s a stack of paperwork." Tristan shook his head and took off after the man.

"She’s been testing a new shield for the ships." Rico explained as they hurried down the stairs. "And by test, I mean firing various weapons at it!"

Tristan just listened as they hurried to where the boom had come from. "Well. She does like making things go boom!" He laughed and shook his head moments later. "Though if this works out. It could save a lot of lives!"

"Don’t encourage her!" Rico yelled and headed down the dock where Aja was currently standing holding a very large rocket launcher and grinning at Harlan.

"Would you rather her spend her time tormenting you?" Tristan grinned at Rico, as they moved down the docks and came to a stop at seeing Aja with a rocket launcher. "This could get dangerous..for everyone."

"Ya think!" Rico laughed then yelled. "STOP!"

"No. Ya buzzkill!" she yelled back and then spied Tristan. "Aww great. Two against one again. Ya both suck!"

Tristan laughed before looking back to Aja. "I think I'll leave this to Rico. Safer back in the office." Slowly starting to back up and leave the rocket launcher holding Aja to Rico to deal with. Might be two against one, but she had the bigger gun. Literally.

"Wuss!" Rico called after him with a grin before turning back to Aja and trying to convince her that perhaps testing that weapon on the docks could be a very bad idea.

"Might be a wuss, but one less person she can slap behind the shield!" Tristan called back and might have given Aja an idea to run with. "And shoot at it!"

Back in the office, Tristan went back to the office and just shook his head slowly at the pile on his desk. "I should make those two take care of the paperwork." Shaking that idea off as he knew he was stuck with it, so he once again started the slow process of knocking it all out.

Leaning back in his chair as he glanced up at the time, and took a moment to stretch in the chair. Followed with him kicking his feet up and looking around, spotting the chalkboard used for various papers and tilted his head. Getting him to mentally go over what he had learned, as well as starting to get the idea to use the chalkboard to start lining things out. Which would allow him to have a better view on where everything lined up, and where all the pieces fit.

"Well. Might as well get started." Dropping his feet to the floor as he moved to the chalkboard, and flipped it over and spent the next couple of hours working on getting started on a timeline. Starting at when he had died, and the events that followed afterwards, as well as how everything he had found out while sailing tied into it all.