No crate in your hands, eh? I take it that means your task is done. Good job.
That particular shipment was packed to the brim with this region's finest fruits. Owing to this region's insufferable heat, they're sweeter than any other I've ever tasted.
I was meant to deliver them to a client of mine in Limsa Lominsa, but no sooner had I set sail than I received word that my goods were no longer needed. A damned shame, but now that they're resting under the shade, at least they won't go to waste.
That's life, eh? Sometimes the wind is at your back, sometimes you're left floundering. And other times you're stuck in bed on a beautiful day because your back is having none of it.
But I tend to find that fortune smiles upon those with patience, as they did today when I saw you strolling along the docks. Anyroad, here's your payment for a job well done. Till next we meet!