So, with a heavy heart, I’m forced to let this escape opportunity pass me by. The pirates, with aid from the local creatures, load crates full of supplies and barrels full of liquid onboard via the cargo lift. Only some of the barrels are full of more alcohol. The rest are shipped to the engine room. It must be filled with the fuel it requires. I had honestly expected it to be coal-fired; I’ve never heard of an engine that took a liquid to operate, let alone one that didn’t use steam. If there’s one thing this cursed journey has taught me, it’s that the technology on this side of the world is clearly far beyond Zebrica’s, which only makes me curious about what else there might be.