A week later, Poul Nielsen's ship pulled into the bustling Port of New York. As he stepped off the gangplank, he was relieved to see his partner and best friend, Jonathan, waiting for him at the docks.
"Welcome back, my friend! How was your trip to London?" Jonathan asked, giving Poul a hearty pat on the back.
Poul let out a sigh, his eyes betraying a hint of nervousness. "To be honest, it was a bit harrowing. I nearly got caught by the Crown Prince, but I managed to pull through. He's a bit gullible, thankfully."
As they made their way towards the carriage, Poul couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. His risky mission to London had been a success, and now he could finally relax.
With a swift leap, the two men hopped into the carriage, settling in for the ride ahead. The horse neighed and began to trot forward, leaving the busy port behind them as they rode off towards the city.
