Mornington sat back in his chair drinking his 4th cup of coffee of the morning, unfolding the many repercussions that could happen if that picture got into the wrong hands.
As it stood right now, the portrait of The Princess and Mornington was close to, if not over 200 years old, the exact date of the painting being made was long forgotten by him. As was the portrait itself when he told Emerson of the loctaion of the tobaccoo island.
Apparently, from the few Urchins who was checking up on things, several unknown organisations had been after that portrait, for what reasons remained unknown. The picture itself wasnt worth any value, wasnt painted by any well known artist, however the subject of the picture and more importantly who was in it was damning evidence to the actual age of Mornington.
After finishing his 4th cup of coffee, Mornington took out his ball point pen from the safe, and started writing…
“To Robert McAndrews
The Lodge, Lerwick
Shetland Islands, Scotland
Dear Uncle McAndrews
It’s been a while since I last wrote.
I have found myself in a little bit of a quandry here in New Babbage. Do you remember that Lucia tobacco island which was funded by the McAndrews estate about 10 years ago? The same one which I sort of bent the rules of and travelled back to its beginning. Well, apparently some bumbling “adventurer” stumbled across the portrait painting that the princess insisted on being painted. It was over 200 years ago and I was in the picture.
The mans name is Emerson Lighthouse, currently courting a Ms Juniper “Junie” Ginsburg, Lighthouse has holdings in several places in New Babbage.
I want you to instruct Charlie to dig around in the paperwork for anything relating to any holdings and to the estate of the Emerson lineage, all current bank accounts, all previous debts, all current debts.
Thanks again uncle
Yours
Victor Mornington-McAndrews
Brunel Hall Hotel
Academy Downs
The City State of New Babbage”
Mornington placed the ballpoint back in the safe, sealed the envelope, and held it to the express courier.
After the courier left Mornington started to chuckle…”Everyone has secrets Emerson…even you”
*Mutters* “It would be easier to ask who doesn’t owe money to.”
HAH!
*rubs her hands together in glee*
Couldn’t you have had relatives that looked exactly like you 200 years ago, or maybe reincarnation? Just because it is similar doesn’t mean it’s actually you.
I thought that Queen Princess said the gentleman came only 100 years ago, her grandmother and all couldn’t have been 200…
Besides I think that Vic is saying that if the council gets it’s hands on that picture that he’ll be in trouble with them…and they’re not going to buy that whole it’s not me thing…
Actually I suppose he didn’t break any rules directly like with the Chivas so maybe he didn’t mean that. *Shrugs*
Time Travel is tricky but there is always plausible deniability :3
hah! noone suspects you of being around in the past when there weren’t any paintings you can look like, I’m in the clear!
*glances at the painting leaning against the wall beside the great gaping pit in The Gangplank’s cellar floor*
I really should put that thing somewhere a bit safer…