Sixteen Hundred and One

Back again, this time for the Port of the River, wondering whether we are in for sweet waters or a car crashing into a tempest.  Stay tuned.  Feels as though we might escape, but only those who see into the hours hence know for certain. 

The writing has been put off until this evening, too late to deliver the end product ready for contest submission, but hopefully a combination of 5000 words that is passable for an initial attempt.  I think we have the building blocks to work with.

Appearing today before some old colleagues from another life, now new members.  Who have just entered the room, so on y va.