Oyster shells clinked against the iron plate, and soon a steaming cup of milk oyster soup was placed in front of Charles.
Just as Charles was about to pay, Old John waved his hands to stop him, "This one's on me. Today's Island Festival has been good for business; I'm not short of a bit."
Charles pinched a paper note from his wallet and, with a grip and flick of his left hand, the money flew directly into the cash box. "Next time, then. I just happen to have some small change."
Before the man could speak, Charles, holding his milk oysters, quickly disappeared into the crowd.
"Ah, this kid's doing well for himself now. If only I hadn't left ship back then."
Old John said with some emotion and dug around in the cash box, suddenly finding half a piece of gold wrapped inside the note that had just flown in.
Eating his milk-soaked oysters, Charles looked around at the performances along the road.