Tales of the Shackles

Starday, 13th Abadius, 4712 A.R.

On our way up to where we’re reckoning Mancatcher Cover to be, we’ve stopped over in a little port called Zeibo, in the Ushinawa Isles. It’s a queer place to find out in th’ Shackles – all these little scarlet pagodas, an’ quiet little geishas totterin’ around. It’s as quiet an’ tranquil as it gets fer ‘undreds o’ miles, an’ why anyone’d want to live in such a quiet an’ dull place is beyond me. Still, we picked up a couple bushels o’ rice to tide us over, an’ a couple o’ the weird types aboard the ship – namelt Duaros an’ Xiao – took to stayin’ up all night in quiet contemplation wi’ the locals, it bein’ Longnight an’ all. I spent the night the way more like the rest o’ the Shackles – in quiet contemplation wi’ Fishguts an’ a couple bottles o’ Allerly Old Reserve I ‘appened to find lyin’ around in Bogsbridge.


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