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Eddie pauses as he hears something.

Eddie puts a finger to his lips. "Do you hear that?" he whispers. "The waves sound like they're crashing against metal, but this wharf is made of granite. There must be something down there."

"I di...didn't hear anything." Norman admits. "What should we do?"

Scott shakes his head at Eddie's suggestion.

"I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary." he confesses. He retreats several steps from the dock the building resides on and peers curiously at the shoreline, trying to discern anything out of the ordinary.
Nothing appears unusual to him however.

"We need to find a way to see below," says Eddie. "We also need to get the address of this building so we can trace its ownership, but it's not on this side. Let's circle around and see what we can see."

Norman walks around the building looking for any sign of an address or anything of note.

Eddie walks with Norman around the building, taking a good look around for an address and trying to get a vantage point on the metal below.

Eddie can't see anything.

Scott, spying nothing of note along the wharf, breaks into a trot and trails Eddie and Norman towards the far side of the building. There, he catches sight of them craning their necks in an apparent effort to discern the address of the building. Devoid of a better idea, he follows suit.
"Sheesh, don't they put addresses on the buildings around here...?" he grumbles aloud. He hitches a thumb towards the distant line of painters. "I'll bet one of the locals knows the address of the place."

While you are unable to see an address or what is making the metal noise, all of you can hear it when you are on the North side of the building, on the small walkway of wharf between the building and the edge.

Its pretty easy to notice you hear the clang when the wave rolls in.

"Yeah," says Eddie. "There's got to be some way down to the beach. Then we'll be able to see what that metal thing is."

Scott nods at Eddie's suggestion and takes the opportunity to scan the wharf's edge from this new perspective for some possible pathway down.
He sighs loudly in exasperation and runs his hand through his hair.

"I can't see any clear way down to the beach." he mutters before turning towards the pair. "Listen, you fellas see if you can't find a way down. I'll go ask the locals bout the address."

Confident Eddie and Norman will figure out a way to the beach, he skirts his way back around the building and approaches the long row of artists once more. He strolls casually towards the nearest painter and leans in.

"Hey that's a fantastic painting you've got going there. By chance do you know the address of that building?" he inquires, gesturing towards the structure. "Also, have you any clue how a fella would get down to the beach from here?"

The Wharf almost forms a circle that doesn't connect. There is a beach on the south side. You can easily see that just go back down the alley of bearskin neck and out onto the beach.

"Nah, I never saw an address, just Bradley wharf." The painter responds.

Scott offers up a sharp nod and a smile in appreciation to the useless answer and trots back up the wharf towards the other two. Once within earshot he cups his hands around his mouth.

"Fellas!" he calls, "Beach is down this way!"

He motions towards the alley and sets off in motion himself. Moments later he finds himself on the pale strip of beach and circles back towards the building, keeping his eyes peeled for any sort of metallic object.

Norman heads down to the beach, almost unwillingly curious as to what could be making the noise Eddie claimed to hear. His mind is consumed with the dozens of dime novel mysteries he has read, and he wondered what this building could be hiding.