And make no complaints. Life is cheap in the Orient.Men did not always come home from the sea. Women grieved and life was for the living."What happene...?" No one knows, they didn't come back."And, still ... men go down to the sea and sail away.The crewmen of the Japanese traders were less trouble than the other nations. The local law liked that.Polite and efficient.Nobody thought to mention deadly.The unexpected fire in the galley, the leaking stuffing box, the engine room explosion. Who knows?. Coca Cola fired out of his fingertips, and into the bottles, which landed back on the floor. He then made all the plates float one-by-one towards him, and he placed biscuits and chocolate and sweets on them, materialising them in his hands as he did so. He piled them high, higher than the laws of physics would normally allow, and set them down on the floor for the kids to enjoy. How did you do that Uncle David!? Asked Ben, Chloes 11-year-old brother. Im a wizard, David replied, smiling. Wizards. He was in a room full of people. People were noisy anyway, and most of these people were in pain or unhappy, and those kinds of people were quite noisy. The only people noisier than that were bullshit artists ... people like scam artists, con men, politicians and those trying to lay blame elsewhere than where it belonged ... such as lawyers. Those people were professional noisemakers, who made so much noise that a person couldn’t think. And when you can’t think, you can’t identify bullshit when. So, he put all else aside until Edwin and Roxie showed up.In his idleness he glanced around his office. The sunlight streaming in from the window behind his desk was diluted by the venetian blinds. His eyes wandered over all his matted and framed shingles and diplomas hanging perfectly straight on the wall he reserved for that purpose. The plastic plaque the Chamber of Commerce sent him for his membership seemed a little out of place alongside the symbols of his lifetime milestones.“Well, what.