A Farmer, His Cow, and the Sea
"Good sir, I am not here for taxes and the census. And I am surely not here for a mercenary license. I just need passage on a ship."
The farmer and his cow had arrived in the small seaport town of Seyda Neen.
The town was not a spectacular place like the capital of Vivec, but still managed to have a small speck of business in large part because of the building the farmer and his cow were currently in, the Census & Excise Office and Warehouse. It was here that weary sea-farers and fatigued travelers for licenses and tax and excise purposes.
The farmer however, wished only to receive passage off of Morrowind.
"Please sir. I just need passage out of Morrowind. Ooh, this is quite infuriating."
The only other unique building in Seyda Neen was its lighthouse, dubbed the Grand Pharos located at the harbor mouth, a beacon to mariners and seafarers alike, assisting them in their journey through the Inner Sea.
"What do you mean boats offer no travel here?"
"Yes I understand this is only for restocking and resupply."
"I was told by a nice young traveler along to road from Balmora that I could catch a ship here."
"He lied?! The nerve of some people. There must be a way for me to acquire passage here."
"Me being unreasonable? The nerve!"
A guard entered the Census and Excise Office and Warehouse to collect the farmer and escort him out of the building.
"At least bring my cow on board."
There was an Imperial Prison Ship docked just behind the Census and Excise Office and Warehouse.
This ship contained a fair amount of prisoners, ranging from different races. Imperial to Orc alike.
"Public disturbance?! That man…..No I understand this town does not have boat travel…..But I…Aw buggers!"
The farmer looked to Betilda, who sat a few feet away.
"It's alright Betilda. The one good thing coming out of this is that we now have passage out of Morrowind. I hear they may be taking us to High Rock. Oh, I am so excited. We are finally seeing the world old girl."
The ship rocked back and forth, a storm was passing overhead.
Water poured into the hold, splashing against the crates and barrels.
"Oh drat. My new outfit is getting all wet. Curse this ship and this storm and the sea."
The ship made a sharp left turn and the farmer fell back, knocked unconscious after hitting his off of the ship's inner wall.