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[ggggentlemen]

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-selves a deal?

... Well. This wasn't th' kind of help I was lookin' for. Friends! Where am I? [small mutterings to himself as he gets his bearings] Feels like a ship. Doesn't smell like New Orleans either.

I wonder... [chuckle] Don't s'pose anyone's seen a little green frog hoppin' around, have ya?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

This is a ship.

... No green frogs, no.

[ggggentlemen]

I never would'a guessed with the rockin'.

You sure?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf. How perceptive.

Yeah. Only gold ones.

[ggggentlemen]

It pays to keep an eye open.

...Gold, y'don't say.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Or scanners online.

Yeah. I did say. Just have to fight the crew for the things.

[ggggentlemen]

Crew, huh.

So whereabouts is this ship headed, if y'know?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Crew.

They will not tell us. Somewhere called a... "golden shore".

[ggggentlemen]

That doesn't do me a lot 'o good. Hm.

Last question, friend. Any idea when it'll put into port next? I've got a bit of a deadline to keep up, see. It wouldn't do for my friends t'have to wait. They get a bit impatient.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snorts.]

Some have been here nine months, and seen no such port. And some have been here longer than that.