I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
"Mm, you aren't the first one to suggest it. Raza has explored down there, says there's somethin' big lurkin' around. Reckon there's plans already in motion to map the place out or to forge somethin' new, but whatever-it-is cloggin' up the place will have to be dealt with first." And by reckon, Jack meant that he knew that it was the case - Zephyr was on it, if his conversation with Raza and the other smuggler was anything to go by.
Nodding as Sunjata agreed to come for a drink, Jack led them away down the street towards the glittering lights of the port and the ever-twilight of the Hanged Man. "Well, if we'd set sail it would've been business as usual. Offload stock, check in with deals that were made, make trades, get paid," he explained. "Now? Just takin' stock of what we have, keepin' the ship in good nick, stayin' on top of business deals and hunkerin' down for Longnight."
Nodding as Sunjata agreed to come for a drink, Jack led them away down the street towards the glittering lights of the port and the ever-twilight of the Hanged Man. "Well, if we'd set sail it would've been business as usual. Offload stock, check in with deals that were made, make trades, get paid," he explained. "Now? Just takin' stock of what we have, keepin' the ship in good nick, stayin' on top of business deals and hunkerin' down for Longnight."
