Back on shore, plots are being made, and it could be that the fate of the whole of the west is being decided in a smoke filled room. (It's not. And the smoke is because somebody had to distract the cook for a few minutes too many, and things started to burn.) It would be more accurate to say that with any luck, in that smoke filled room, the fate of Skullstone will be decided. For a moment, the Sidereals are overcome with a strange feeling that they are being observed, despite all the security taken to prevent it.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>On ship, most of the crew waits with baited breath. Even with Azure's expertise, it was a narrow fit to take the rum and the gun. Everyone's going to end up eating some of the hard tack, but it's worth it for such a huge haul.<br/><br/>Azure does get stopped by her three pets, just beyond her room. There are apparently 'preparations' going on inside. Really obvious ones, because any attempt to overpower the smell of the sea on a ship is going to be quite fragrant. It's not unpleasant, and hopefully won't be overwhelming once inside, but there's a faint hint of some kind of perfume wafting out from behind the door.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inside, Galus feverishly goes about decorating the insides like the sara-i of the legendary southern God-Queen Teteo Inan. He'd managed to pull quite the coup on a few traders that he personally hated, or had bad blood with. He didn't quite know all the proper scents that were supposed to be used, having never gone to the lands of blood, but he'd heard tales.</div></div>