Now that there were ten members of the thieves' guild on the beach, we were able to fill the two tanks halfway with water and place the mermen in them. Sam instructed the others to carry the tanks. Sam used his arms to pull me to his left and Jessie to his right. "Okay Bird Boy! I like you alot. You're my favorite color and you have a good head on your shoulders. I think you want to join us". I nodded and he smiled at me. "Listen, Pollo Island has two big cities and three smaller villages. Our guild spreads all over the island. You can join at the lowest rung on the ladder now or you can do a job for me and rise up a bit quicker" he told me. I raised an eyebrow and said "If I do a job for you? That doesn't sound too fair. How high up on the ladder are you?". Everyone looked at me with a funny look on my face. Even he looked surprised. "I'm the leader's younger brother. Pretty much what I say in the guild goes!" he said. He did not look like he was lying. Sam smiled and asked if I was ready to hear him out. I had no choice but to nod my head.
Sam let us go and faced me. "Listen. My brother thinks I'm not serious about all of this, but I am. I know for a fact that there is some evidence that will be used to make a warrant to bring us all down. I need you to go get it for us". I shrugged and said "What is it and where is it?" He smirked and said "It's a body. Our piece of shit father has died. Don't ask. We need someone to get rid of it before any constables come knocking". The quest popup flashed and I accepted it. "Okay! See? I know I can count on you. When we get into Wishbone City, I will tell you where to go to find it" he said as he clapped me on the back. It was still sensitive, but I kept it under control. I did not need a weakness of mine to be broadcast to everyone. We all got ready to go and walked off the beach. We walked along for an hour before we came upon a large sewer grate with black bars. Sam held onto the bars and twisted them until a click rang out. He them picked them out of the holes and set them to the side. The others in the group took the tanks in the tunnel. I followed them in.
The pathway was long and had many twists and turns. Sam would point out what would be waiting behind the corners we did not take. Whether it be city guard patrols, dire rats, wererats or alligators, I found it to be a daunting process. It was also a very dirty place. The grime and smell alone almost made me want to heave. 'There is no way I'm doing this by myself. I'd rather walk around and go through the gate' I though to myself. When we arrived at the end there was a set of iron rungs in the form of a ladder. At the top was a manhole cover. I looked at the two tanks and asked how they were going to bring them up. "This is not the only way up. This is where we go. The others have a bot more to go before they reach the hideout" Sam said. He then turned to them and said "Put them down in my room at the hideout". They all nodded and continued onwards. Sam, Jessie and I climbed up the ladder until we got to the top. It seemed that we were in the slums of the city. "Let's go. You need to see this shit to believe it!" Sam said.
I followed the two of them to a run down home. Sam dug deep into his pants and rustled around. I was going to question him when he pulled out a key. He jammed it into the lock on the door. The door opened and the covered his nose. Jessie and I did the same as we went in after him. It did not help much. The stench of death and rotting flesh was thick in the air. Sam brought us to a bedroom and waved us in. We saw a man face down on the ground in a small puddle of blood. There were shards of glass and spilled wine on the floor. "Can you believe this shit?" he said scornfully. Jessie looked scared and asked what happened. "How the fuck would I know!? What I do know is that someone is trying to fuck with us!" he said. I asked why he thought that. He pointed to a letter and I went over. I picked it up and looked at it. "What does it say?" I asked. He smirked. "I do not know. None of us can read or write". I opened it and read it. It appeared to be a suicide note. Apparently, his sons' crimes drove him to despair. "I buried proof in their hideaway. I'll bring them to justice with my death if not my life" it read.
