late at night in a tavern in the rugged town of Broken Mast Bay, a young servant girl listens as your sparse crew discuss the captain, reminiscing about the way he went down into the depths. as you talk, she remarks "the only reason the men save the women and children first, is so that they can hang back and kiss each other." his fist slams down on a table, his loud, half drunk voice bellows an angry reply, "Temper your rumors, you insolent lass! you all shant listen to her. it's not true!"
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