One of the sailors frowned, "That's all good for you. You went to school and have already pulled a profit. We just pick up what some old folk taught us and roll with it. it's always been like that. At least we aren't living on the streets with no food."

"True, but you must have realised that I didn't choose the best sailors for a reason." Ivan said. "I am new at this, and I wanted to learn among my crew, not be taught by them. Nor do I wish to teach them. I like all of us being equal."

(*cough* Equality = Communism *cough*)

"We classify as unemployed, so the Tzar doesn't pay us, you do for our work." one explained, the youngest had fallen asleep on the oldest ones shoulder, as you inspected him he couldn't be more than 14 years old, the middle continued speaking, "The Tzar asked you to do a job for him? Are you sure it was just a dream?"

"Well... I got 50000k, so it was either a very realistic dream which involves me getting free magical money, or it was real." Ivan said. "If it is a realistic dream with magic money, you can knock me out so I can dream some more."

"Tell us what happened" the oldest said gruffly

"Well, I went to buy a gun, you know, so we would be more prepared at sea, but then someone told me to see the Tsar... so I went and there was this stuffy noble and this crying girl. They said something about executing someone, and that I was her new Uber Driver..." Ivan looked a bit troubled. "Why the Tsar chose me, I don't know... I'd prefer he choose someone like Gilbert..."

He frowned, "And no further instructions? Where you told to see someone after,t he noble, port official, market keeper or a trader? Someone?" you should probably bank some gold, you realized, before it got stolen.

"Nothing... No one." Ivan said. "Say, is there a bank near here?" he asked, looking around.

"yep, one in town" the middle sailor added