Fargo overhears the conversation, "Aye laddies! Th' Win's o'th' Fahlen! It nah be twenty years since me crew an' meself fahrst laid ayes on it!" He rolls his eyes up and leans back as if trying hard to remember, "Mos' traffik crasses the ocean 'long the ayelands o' M'libri, skahrtin the center o' the sea." he nods knowingly, "'Tis slow, bu' mahr shahr." He backs up, takes out his pipe and stuffs it with weed. Grinding the weed into the pipe bowl, he continues his story, "O' tha' day, Th' Gail wahr 'spected i' part runnin' two weeks 'ahind. Knowin' th' sahrs, we sailed 'cross the bellly o'th' sea, an' met witha beautova squall!." He produces a flint and lights the pipe. His eyes get narrow as he takes a drag, "Tha's'en the ghosship showed 'is ugly face."He blows a smoke ring, "They don' die! They just leave'n come back'n ye show 'gain. Same place o'the map, same starry. Ye scrap'ith'em, ye kill th'leader, an' th'win's throw ye half-way 'cross the warld in a breath." He laughs sarcastically, caughing smoke between his partially opened lips, "Near cos'me halfome crew the fars'time, till aye arrive i'the watars o'Daunton with'em on the deck fitasafiddle." He smiles, "Near scarred ole Fahrgoh outa'is beard!" His smile turns into an uncontrolled giggle and then a roaring laugh, "Tho't aye'd seen ghos'aye did!" "But aye did. No free passage. The pain's real'nuff! Ee'n tho' the death ain'." Then he gets suddenly serious, His visage returns to a businesslike expression, "So 'en we make part, aye'll hold th'ship, till ye fin' the bearings! When ye know wha' stars tah set, ole Fargoh'll take ye thar! Might aye suggest th'Crystal Mug! Tha's th' place tah fin' folks in Rioc Alair. Ye fin' this'ere 'Ankel fella, an' ye'll fin' yer stahrs."
[sblock=Translation]Fargo overhears the conversation, "Aye laddies! The Winds of the Fallen! It's now twenty years since my crew and I first laid eyes on it!" He rolls his eyes up and leans back as if trying hard to remember, "Most of the traffic crosses the ocean along the islands of Milibri, skirting the center of the sea." he nods knowingly, "It' is slow, but more sure." He backs up, takes out his pipe and stuffs it with weed. Grinding the weed into the pipe bowl, he continues his story, "On that day, The Gail was expected in port running two weeks behind. Knowing the stars, we sailed across the belly of the sea, and met with a beauty of a squall!" He produces a flint and lights the pipe. His eyes get narrow as he takes a drag, "That's when the ghost ship showed its ugly face." He blows a smoke ring, "They don't die! They just leave and come back when you show again. Same place on the map, same story. You scrap with them, you kill their leader, and the Winds throw you half-way across the world in a breath!" He laughs sarcastically, caughing smoke between his partially opened lips, "Nearly cost me half of my crew the first time, till I arrived in the waters of Daunton with them on deck fit as a fiddle." He smiles, "Near scarred ole Fahrgoh outa'is beard!" His smile turns into an uncontrolled giggle and then a roaring laugh,"Thought I'd seed a ghost, I did...But I did. No free passage. The pain's real enough, even though the death isn't." Then he gets suddenly serious, His visage returns to a businesslike expression, "So when we make port, I'll hold the ship, til you find the bearings! When you know what stars to set, old Fargo will take you there. Might I suggest the Crystal Mug! That's the place to find folks in Rioc Alair. you find this here Hankel, and you'll find your stars."
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