You've been dredging off the coast of the Aldridge Isles for a while. Seen all kinds of things come onto that boat. But the one thing you've never seen is an apprentice. Didn't need one. When you were contacted by a Ms. Fisher about carrying on the family legacy, you accepted out of want for something new. Here you waited at the pile of scrap wood that was the town of Left Hook, named after it's shape. Not very creative. A young man came running onto the docks with a suitcase in his hands and a nervous expression on his face.

"W-wait for me! Don't go yet! I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up by my relatives."

He hops into your fishing boat and sets down his stuff on the side.

"Thank you..."