The Golden Falafel cont.

The streets of Istanbul were unlike anything Frobisher had ever been forced to deal with in a long career of exploring even in his rare visits to landlocked cities he had never been in a city so crammed with humanity. The most pressing sense was that of the immensity of activity going on all about. A sussurous of conversations, crafts, animals and seemingly without end; the sizzling of food. This truly was the largest city in all the world. No wonder then that it should be the envy of the continentals. If only they had held this would still be the greatest bastion of Christendom. He was almost tempted to lead his men on an assault from within the city's legendary walls. Surely there was a reason his ship had appeared without any reason or warning in two strange warm lands. Perhaps there might be some clues in this mysterious land as to the enigma or their transportation. More importantly, perhaps there was some profit to be made of this uncanny occurrence.
Frobisher, being somewhat worldly made way easily through the crowded streets of Istanbul here stoppng to admire the quilting of an arming jerkin, there to inspect an ancient sword hilt patinating in the presence of so much material wafting in the afternoon breezes.. Meanwhile, cabin boy followed in his wake nervously making apologies and clumsily returning items to their original places. The music of the city kept all in order. The heartbeat of the people dictated a nervous calm.
From across the din came one small miraculous noise. "Falafel!" came a sweet call. "finest golden falafel!" the world seemed to pause as Frobisher wheeled about reaching for the front of cabin boy's doublet.
"Did you hear that?" he asked with a wild grin. "An English speaking woman who has food." he made a decisive gesture across the face of a bystander who ducked just in time. "land ho!"

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