Markus's back was pressed against the wall. He chewed on the jerky greedily, having not had to look over his shoulder to eat in days. The whiskey was extra good, but he needed to be moderate with it. He couldn't get drunk out in the open ocean with only one other crew member. "I wasn't so well stocked. But, I did use to have that lifestyle years ago. When I served the Flint household in the borderlands. Being a bastard to a lord is never preferable to a full son, but I did eat well." He took a swig of whiskey, and then grabbed another slice of jerky, chewing it languidly. "Fortunes change at the drop of a hat in this world." He said, almost tiredly. He have a laugh though, at the ridiculousness of it all. "We just need to find a way to keep our fortunes up. I wasn't certain if you wanted to partner up. I half expected you to seek asylum with a foreign friend. Granted, the pirate's life is a bit more exciting." He truly did go full pirate here, didn't he? He guessed it wasn't too much different than being a hired sword, fighting for one lord or another. He rested his head against the timber railing, considering their options. South wasn't plausible for now, but after they got some supplies and perhaps another crew man or two, they could travel further south and seek riches in the Jungles of the Southlands. For now though, they needed a port. "HighMast to the west is controlled by the Andredians. Might be safe but it might not... There's Corlubora, the smuggler city...but they might expect us to flee there..." He rubbed his chin, dark eyes glinting in the light of the moon. "Stormsrest. High class nobles, rich in resources, but plenty of commoners that get bored or desperate." Calliope would know of Stormsrest. It was known as an avid trading city, with cutthroat politics and varying degrees of power shifts almost annually, due to poison and assassination. It hardly effected the middle and lower classes, unless their was a new Sea Lord. This one, a chap called Rodrik Blackmoor, had been unopposed and unaffected by the squabbles of the petty nobles for the past decade. It was a city almost as beautiful as Calaverde. "It's only 4 days away. Two if the wind is with us." [@Penny]