"That's the fuckin' problem with these shitty southern sea lanes," Rosie says, plotting out the minor course corrections needed. "Too few real merchant ships along this area. Either got head all the fucking way south to Sargrava, or north towards the fuckin' Shackles proper, to find the real prizes." "Of course,' Fishguts adds, "You're gonna find that, with better freight, comes better protection. I once saw one of those 'fat merchant ships' call up its own storm, right there, and break the mast of the ship chasing her with a series of bolts of lightning."<br/><br/>(Give me a Perception check, to try and spot the next target.)