[ this is what happens when you're a half illiterate pirate refusing to improve your employable skills - you get the PR assignments. vane is about the worst person to count on to make this any kind of persuasive, but here we are.

there's a deep inhale, and an rough huff that masks nothing at all about his malcontent, before he kicks into it. ]

Announcements from your balding Sea Lord - Flint.

[ xoxo ]

There's work and not enough willing to take to it, or deep enough pockets to fund it.

The smaller crafts need hulls scrubbed clean, the Reaper will need careening and there's repairs and refitting she's been in want of since Cassus - Haring - whichever.

If anyone's of a mind to sweet talk some coin from local merchants, we'd be appreciative. Or pry the Gallow's pocket book from Salvio's fingers.

I'll be at the docks if you're willing to work.

So -

[ Kitty sounds, in her usual mode, sensible and direct. ]

I've been listening, and I've not heard much chatting about the election of the Divine over the crystals, which makes me suspect that everyone's doing it privately. But it seems to me that this is the sort of thing which we ought to be talking about as honestly as possible.

So - who's the best candidate? In your opinions. And what can we do to make sure the dreadful ones don't win?