[Gallagher]

It's an early summer day, the ship at port for the first time in months, as the crew is selling off a prize ship and generally putting their earnings to good use.

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"Now, gentlemen," Gabe said to the crew-mates he'd been drinking with for the last... damn, it was daylight already, wasn't it? No matter. They'd have to set sail soon, or else all those impulsive little... impulsive things (there was a proper word for them, he was sure, but honestly, words were such tricky things) would turn up broke already. Like he already was. "It's not for, hrm, for me, it's a fact. If I, if I don't have some proper sweets, all of you will suffer for it! And what then, without all of us at sea, hm? Do you know? All of those dull little, little Naval rats'll be out the job, I swear it! The seas, empty! Now pay up."