Not wanting to wait around, not with that coffee and muffin waiting, Steve led off into the town. Now, this was not the kind of town with a main street and drugstore, etc. In fact, half the buildings looked like dirt shacks. We stopped and gaped at one that looked like a decaying tooth with the crown having fallen off, or in. “What happened?” Steve gasped.
“We had an earthquake. Come on in and dig through, we got nice Rolex watches from China and some gold chains for your ladies back on the boat,” said a small, grimy dark man with only three teeth.